The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The river did not have a name, only a color. It was a pale, bruised violet in the twilight, stretching out from the jagged mouth of the gorge into the flat, dead land beyond. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the soft, black silt that smelled of iron and old rain. He was a man of forty, with the hollow cheeks of one who had not eaten in three days, and his hands,...

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