The Pale Banner
The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, blurring the line between the sky and the mud where you knelt. You were a Sergeant, a man who measured the world in yardsticks of discipline and duty, but here, in the wet dark, the rules had dissolved. Your rifle, a heavy steel thing, lay across your knees, cold against your palm. You were not alone. To your left, Corporal Elias Thorne sat hunched against...
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