The Pale Banner
The rain on the blacktop was not water but a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of Major Elias Thorne’s greatcoat, turning the fabric into a heavy, sodden shroud that weighed him down toward the earth. He stood at the edge of the county line, where the paved road surrendered to the muddy tracks of the wilderness, and watched the convoy of three armored personnel carriers pull away from the...
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