The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Thorne, you’re late. The voice came from the other side of the glass partition, flat and administrative, cutting through the haze of the dream. Elias Thorne jerked awake in the narrow cot of his barracks, the sheet heavy and damp against his chest. He was thirty-four years old, and the air in the room tasted of stale coffee and fear. He sat up, his joints popping, and looked at the ceiling...

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