The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The road was red. Not the red of rust, but the red of dried blood. It stained the gravel, the mud, the very air. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at them. He did not look down. He looked ahead. Ahead was the Gate. The Gate stood tall. Stone. Cold. It smelled of wet iron and old dust. Thomas carried a jar. The jar was glass. It held honey. Golden. Thick. Alive. "Put it down,"...

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