The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink was still wet on the vellum when Elias Thorne felt the weight of the ridge pressing against his chest. He stood alone at the trailhead of the Blackwood Range, the air thin and cold, smelling of pine resin and old stone. Behind him, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of industrial smog, its factory chimneys pulsing like slow, black hearts against the grey sky. Elias was fifty...

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