The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The leather of the satchel was cracked and dry under my thumb, the stitching worn thin where I had gripped it too tightly for three years. I sat in the reading room of the Isle of Vael, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, while the fog pressed against the high windows like a living thing trying to get in. I wanted the Pale Banner. It was the only thing in this archive that...

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