The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud beneath our boots was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a black mire that seemed to possess a will of its own, grasping at the leather of our boots and pulling us down toward the earth’s cold belly. I felt the weight of my rifle, the cold iron biting into my shoulder, and the smell of cordite and wet wool thick in the air. It was the winter of 1892, and the strike at the...

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