The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The cold bit into Elias Thorne’s knuckles, a sharp, physical pain that cut through the damp chill of the square. He stood before the dais where the Duke’s representatives would sit, the Pale Banner draped over his arm like a wet shroud, its fabric so thin it seemed more of a memory than a thing. Behind him, the town of Oakhaven held its breath, the silence so heavy it pressed against his...

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