The Pale Banner
The wind screamed through the stone arches. It was a sound like tearing metal. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He held the banner. The fabric was pale. It was not white. It was the color of old bone. The color of ash. He had carried it for three days. His hands bled. He did not feel the pain. He felt only the weight. The weight of duty. The weight of the seal. The fortress was old. It...
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