The Pale Banner
The road was mud. It was thick and brown and sucked at our boots with a sound like wet cloth tearing. I walked. My name is Thomas. I am a man of questions. I carry a ledger. It is heavy. It is bound in leather that has cracked in the cold. Inside are numbers. Names. Debts. I am an auditor for the Crown. I look for rot. I find it. Always. We had been walking for three days. The war was far away...
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