The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud in the trench at Ypres was not merely wet; it was a living thing that sought to swallow you whole, a cold, sucking weight that pulled at your boots with every step. You stood there, Sergeant Elias Thorne, your uniform stiff with dried blood and clay, the rain hammering against the rim of your helmet until the sound became a dull, rhythmic thud in your skull. You were thirty-four years...

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