The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain hit the tin roof of the guardhouse like a drumroll. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the damp stone. He did not look up. His hands rested on his knees, knuckles white, fingers trembling. In his lap lay a tin box. It was dented, rusted at the edges, painted a faded blue. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was a loaf of bread. It was not good bread. It was hard, dry,...

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