The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The frost had not yet fully released its grip on the valley floor when you woke, though the air outside the single window of the stone hut was already beginning to soften into a grey, wet mist that clung to the branches of the bare oaks like a shroud. You lay on the pallet of dried heather, your body a map of aches that seemed to have nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the...

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