The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The blowpipe trembled in Elias Thorne’s grip, the glass at its tip glowing a dull, angry orange against the darkening workshop, and he could feel the joint in his right wrist grinding like dry sand in a hinge as he tried to steady the molten tip. He was fifty years old, and the autumn light was already failing, turning the dust motes in the air into suspended coins of copper, while the silence...

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