The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

You wake in a trench that smells of wet iron and rotting turnips, the mud sucking at your boots with a sound like a dying man’s breath. The air is thick, a gray soup of smoke and coal dust that has settled over the town of Oakhaven for three days, choking the chimneys and the lungs of the people who still stand. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and your uniform is no longer a thing of regulation...

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