The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in cold, steady sheets on the grey heather of the Scottish highlands, turning the tracks into rivers of brown sludge. Thomas Ashworth walked with a limp that had worsened with every mile. His left knee, a joint of fused bone and scar tissue, screamed with a dull, rhythmic throb that matched his heartbeat. He was sixty years old, but the cold air...

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