The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that turned the Appalachian foothills into a ghostly smear of grey and green. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the wet clay of the trail sucking at my boots, and watched the valley below where the old mill sat like a broken tooth in the jaw of the earth. My name is Elias Thorne, and I have walked a long road to forget that name,...

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