The Pale Banner
The rain against the high, leaded windows of the Ashworth College Archive was a rhythmic, insistent tapping that Arthur Penhaligon had come to associate with the sound of his own dwindling relevance. He stood before the open crate, his hands trembling slightly as he brushed away the dust from the rolled textile, a fragment of a fourteenth-century banner that had been donated three days prior by...
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