The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The coat was heavy. It sat on the bench like a dead thing. Thomas stared at the wool. Grey. Muddy. It smelled of rain and old sweat. He touched the sleeve. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows. It had been his father’s coat. Now it was his. He stood up. His legs shook. The camp was quiet. The mist rolled in from the valley below. It swallowed the tents. It swallowed the wire. Thomas pulled...

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