The Pale Banner
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the town and soaks into the bones of the old brick watchtower you have guarded for the better part of a decade, its mortar crumbling like dry bread under your fingers as you inspect the cracks that now run like veins through the structure, a network of decay that mirrors the slow, inevitable erosion of your...
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