The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud is thick and smells of iron. You are sliding down the slope of the ridge, your boots slipping in the slurry that has turned the ancient forest floor into a bog. Behind you, the sound of the hunt is not the bark of dogs, but a low, rhythmic thrumming that vibrates in your teeth. It is a sound that predates the trees, a frequency that the air itself seems to reject. You look up. The pale...

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