The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Elias Thorne’s hands, red-rimmed and trembling slightly from the cold stone air, reached across the long oak table to steady the heavy crystal decanter as it slipped in the grip of a laughing junior friar. The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Order was thick with the smell of roasted lamb and beeswax candles, the air so dense it felt like breathing through wet wool, and for a moment, Elias allowed...

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