The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the scriptorium tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and made the ink on your quill seem to pulse with a faint, rhythmic warmth. You are Elara, thirty-two years old, and your hands, stained permanently black up to the second knuckle, tremble as you hold the parchment steady. Outside the high, narrow windows, the sun hangs low and swollen...

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