The Pale Banner
The letter lay flat on the polished marble floor, its corners crisp, the seal unbroken. Elias Thorne stared at it, his boots planted wide, the soles scuffing the white stone. The paper was thin, official, and smelled faintly of the cold air that seemed to leak from the ventilation grates. He did not pick it up. He stood in the center of the rotunda, the high vaulted ceiling disappearing into...
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