The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dispatch sat in my palm, the paper brittle as dried skin, smelling faintly of coal dust and the antiseptic that clung to the palace corridors. It was a single line, written in a hand I had not seen in twelve years, though the ink was fresh and black: *Come. The King awaits.* I was Elias Thorne, Inspector of the Royal Security Force, forty years old, and the man who had dismantled the old...

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