The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the recycling level always tasted of iron and wet stone. Wieslaw Jankowski stood in the center of the great hall, his hand resting on the hilt of his ceremonial blade, feeling the cold seep through the soles of his boots. It was the feast for the King’s recovery, a night of roasted meats and casked ale, yet the warmth of the hearths did nothing to dry the damp that had settled into...

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