The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had stopped three hours ago, but the mud in the courtyard of St. Jude’s Keep remained a thick, sucking sludge that mirrored the grey sky above. Thomas stood in the center of the yard, his boots sinking an inch with every shift of weight, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than iron had any right to be. He was not alone in his vigil, but he was the only one...

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