The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a bone snapping under pressure, long and wet in the silence of the courtyard. Marcus stood before it, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The metal was cold. It bit into his palm. He could feel the vibration of the mechanism turning, a slow, grinding death. Behind him, the men waited. They were young. Their faces were clean, unmarked by the dust...

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