The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell like a hammer on tin. It hammered the roofs of the market square. It hammered the cobblestones. It hammered the bones of the old city. Thomas stood in the mud. His cloak was soaked through. It clung to his shoulders. It weighed a ton. He held his sword low. The blade was dull. It had not been sharpened in three days. He looked at the water pooling at his feet. The reflection was...

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