The Pale Banner
The banner hung limp in the mud. It was white. It was stained with the red of old blood and the black of wet earth. Kaelen held the pole. His hands bled. He did not feel the pain. He felt the weight. The weight was heavy. The weight was right. The town of Oakhaven was silent. The fog rolled in from the river. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the houses. It swallowed the people. There...
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