The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind off the moor carried the scent of wet iron and old blood, a smell that clung to Elias Thorne’s wool coat as he trudged up the ridge toward the border station. He was thirty-four years old, with hands roughened by years of gripping cold rails and a jaw set in a permanent line of determination that his colleagues often mistook for arrogance. Elias wanted the promotion; he wanted the...

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