The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain hits the stone. It is cold. It is wet. You stand still. Your hands are bound. The rope bites into your wrists. It hurts. You do not move. You are a soldier. You are a traitor. Or so they say. The mud squelches under your boots. The air smells of iron and rot. You look up. The sky is grey. It is heavy. It presses down on your chest. You breathe. In. Out. The rhythm is slow. The rhythm...

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