The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud was cold. It seeped through the thin soles of my boots, a wet, black pressure that matched the weight in my chest. I was bleeding from a cut above my eye. The blood ran warm and thick, mixing with the rain. I didn't wipe it away. To wipe it away would be to admit it was just a wound. It felt like a badge. I stood on the ridge, my rifle slung across my back. The barrel was cold steel...

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