The Pale Banner

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2026-08-20 12:52:41 -

The Pale Banner

The train cut through the gray morning like a blade through wet wool. Inside the carriage, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his hands resting on his knees. They were large hands, scarred at the knuckles, hands that had held a rifle for three years. Now they held nothing but the weight of his own exhaustion. He was a soldier in a...

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