The Pale Banner

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2026-08-17 20:07:06 -

The Pale Banner

The watch ended at dusk. The mud was deep, sucking at our boots with a sound like wet breath. I stood before the gate of the old mill, the stone cold against my palm. Behind me, the men waited. We were few. Six of us, left of the thirty who had marched out of the valley three days prior. The air smelled of woodsmoke and iron. "Hold the line," I said to Thomas. He nodded. His face was a map of...

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