The Pale Banner
Thorne, you’re bleeding on the mud, and the mud doesn’t care. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden in the fog-choked marshlands of the Pale Reach, and I want to secure my pension by capturing the smuggler who stole my brother’s life three years ago. The opposing force is the relentless, hungry cold that freezes my fingers and the uncanny, persistent presence of the Pale Banner, a...
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