The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, greedy sound. You did not stop. You could not stop. The rain in the Hollows was not water, not truly. It was a memory of water, a ghost that had forgotten how to fall. It hissed against the iron of your breastplate, turning to steam before it could soak the wool beneath. Around you, the fog coiled like a living thing, pale and suffocating, erasing the...

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