The Pale Banner

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2026-08-23 02:30:25 -

The Pale Banner

The shrapnel took the sign first. Then the wall. Then the silence that followed was so loud it hurt my ears. I stood in the ruins of the main street. The air tasted of copper and wet ash. My rifle was cold in my hands. My uniform, once crisp grey wool, was now a rag of mud and blood. I looked at the flag. It was half-torn. The red field was dark with rain. The white cross was still visible. It...

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