The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud was thick and cold, a heavy paste that sucked at our boots with every step. It tasted of iron and rot, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I wiped my hands on my trousers, leaving dark streaks across the grey wool. The rain had stopped, but the sky remained a bruised purple, swollen with the weight of clouds that refused to break. We were moving through the industrial...

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