The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud had a taste. It was the taste of iron and old rain, a flavor that stuck to the back of my throat and refused to leave, even after I had scrubbed my mouth clean with water from the stream. I was kneeling in the silt, my knees grinding against the cold earth, watching the gray morning light bleed through the bare branches of the oak trees. Around me, the camp was waking up. The smoke from...

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