The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

You hold the brass key in your left hand. It is cold, colder than the air, colder than the stone you are gripping with your right. The metal bites into your palm, a sharp, localized pain that feels like a promise. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you have been assigned to the Northern Gate for six years. The job pays twelve dollars an hour, a wage that barely covers the heating...

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