The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The map is heavy in your hands. It is not a leather-bound relic, but a sheaf of vellum, stiff with age and ink. You hold it against the wind, pressing your shoulder against the parchment to keep it from tearing. The wind here has no name. It is only a force. It strips the heat from your skin and the color from the world. You are walking toward the ridge. Your companion, Elias, walks three paces...

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