The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The whetstone slipped from my hand, clattering against the iron floor of the barracks. The sound was a sharp, final note in the silence that had fallen over the company. We were mid-drill, the rhythmic thud of our boots on the cobblestones outside still echoing in our ears, but inside, the air was thick with the smell of oil and old sweat. Commander Halloway stood by the window, his back to us,...

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