The Pale Banner

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2026-08-20 17:55:36 -

The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey curtain that turned the battlefield into a place where the living and the dead could not be told apart, and I stood there in the mud, my hands slick with blood that was not mine, watching the banner of the Order of the Silver Hand snap in the wind like a broken wing. We had been fighting for three days, a brutal and exhausting...

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