The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind off the reservoir did not care about the color of their shirts, nor the rank they held, nor the quiet, grinding misery that had settled into the marrow of everyone who had walked these last three days. It just blew, a cold, gray breath that smelled of wet pine and old iron, carrying with it a sense of permanence that made the human struggle beneath it feel almost comically brief. Sarah...

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