The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The yeast is dead, Elias. You hear the words before you see the face, the sound carrying down the stone corridor of the cellar where the air tastes of wet iron and old hops. You turn, your hands slick with the residue of the mash, and there stands Mr. Vance. He is a small man, precise in his cut, his shoes polished to a mirror shine that reflects the dim gaslight. He does not look at the...

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