The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain slicked the cobblestones of King’s Square until the city looked like a bruise, swollen and dark under the grey sky. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the base of the gallows, his boots planted firmly in the mud, his eyes fixed on the young man bound to the post. Julian, the scribe, was twenty, perhaps younger, his wrists raw from the ropes, his face pale with a terror that seemed too calm...

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