The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud in the trench did not smell of the earth, but of old blood and wet iron, a cloying, metallic taste that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to clear, a persistent reminder that the ground beneath his boots was no longer solid ground but a grave that had not yet been dug. He stood on the lip of the excavation, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his...

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