The Pale Banner
The road to the valley of the White Ash was not merely a path of dirt and gravel but a wound in the landscape, a long, jagged tear in the earth that the rain had widened over centuries into a chasm of mud that sucked at the wheels of the cart and at the spirit of the man driving it, a man named Elias Thorne who had spent thirty years measuring the width of boards and the depth of grooves in...
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