The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the red mud from the stones of the old gatehouse. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had grown slippery in these hills. Elias Thorne stood on the threshold, his armor dented and dull, the weight of the sword at his hip a familiar ache in his shoulder. He had walked for three days. His boots were soaked through to the bone. He did...

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