The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the crypt smelled of wet limestone and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a held breath. Nirmala Patel stood before the sealed gate, her inquisitor’s tools hanging heavy at her hip, the weight of them a familiar, dull ache in her muscles. She was thirty-two, old enough to know that justice was a slow, grinding thing, yet young enough to believe it might still...

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