The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream began with the sound of a whistle, long and thin, cutting through the grey mist that clung to the valley floor. In the dream, the sky was not a sky but a vast, bruised canvas, stretching endlessly above the jagged teeth of the northern mountains. There was no sun, only a pale, diffuse light that seemed to emanate from the air itself, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the...

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