The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The chalk in Elias’s hand was cold, a slab of pale stone that hummed against his palm like a trapped bird. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the feast for the new Duke swirling around him in a blur of red wine and roasted meat, while his fingers remained stained with the luminescent dust of the vaulting he had been building for three years. The air smelled of tallow and unwashed bodies,...

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