The Pale Banner
The banner hung limp. It was pale. Not white. A bone color. A color that suggested something had died and left the skin behind. It fluttered in the wind that smelled of wet stone and old blood. Thomas watched it. He stood on the ridge. His sword was heavy. His armor was heavier. The metal bit into his shoulders. He was a soldier. He had always been a soldier. He knew the weight of steel. He...
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