The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the bruised sky, a cold, wet mist that settles into the pores of the stone walls of the old manor, clinging to the damp wool of your tunic and the leather of your gauntlets, until you feel less like a man standing in the courtyard and more like a ghost trapped within the architecture of your own duty. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw, and you...

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