The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hand of Elias Thorne trembled as he uncorked the vial, the stopper slick with the cold sweat that had gathered on his brow. He pressed the glass against the rough, iron-rusted gate of the Abbey of St. Jude, the wood groaning under the weight of the winter wind. Inside, the air was thick, a suspension of rotting lilies and old iron that clung to the back of his throat. He was not here for...

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