The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink smells of iron and old blood, a scent that has permeated the wool of your coat until it is part of your skin. You sit in the scribe’s alcove, the stone walls of the Oren Citadel pressing in close, humming with that low, persistent static that frays the edges of your memory like wet paper. Your hands tremble as you dip the quill, the first signs of the Grey Withering spreading from your...

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