The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink on the logbook was still wet when I noticed the frost creeping up the glass of water on my desk. I wiped it away with a thumb, the condensation slick and cold against the skin, and looked toward the corridor where the draft was strongest. It had been three nights since Silas arrived, and the temperature in the East Wing had dropped ten degrees, a phenomenon the heating engineer blamed...

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