The Pale Banner
The mud sucked at their boots like a hungry mouth. Rain lashed the highlands, cold and sharp, turning the world into a blur of grey and brown. Elara wiped the blood from her lip with a trembling hand. It was not her blood. It was from the man who had tried to strike her down. He lay still in the ditch, his eyes wide and glassy, staring up at the weeping sky. She did not look at him. She looked...
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