The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The river did not run so much as it churned, a grey, muscular thing that refused to be still. Văn Hoa stood knee-deep in the current, the water cold enough to burn, dragging the carcass of the white stag toward the eroding spit of land that was all that remained of the village of Bảy Núi. His hands were raw, the skin peeling away in long, red strips that dissolved into the silt, yet he did not...

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