The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, industrial sheet that turned the moor into a churning sea of brown slurry, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ridge, watching the steam rise from the dead cattle in the valley below. He was a man carved from the same stubborn granite as the landscape, his face a map of old scars and new doubts, his uniform soaked through to the...

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