The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain at Blackwood Station was not water but a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of Elias Thorne’s uniform and stayed there. He stood on the platform, his knuckles white around a tin of preserved peaches, watching the 4th Infantry board the carriage. He was forty-five years old, and his hands, which had held a rifle steady for twenty-two years, now trembled with a palsy that no...

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