The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mist did not roll in; it stood, a thick, grey wall that smelled of iron and old blood, blocking the road to the keep. Thomas Bradshaw pulled the tattered cloth from his pack, the Pale Banner, and felt the cold seep through his gloves, biting into his flesh like a frozen brand. He was thirty years old, a scribe displaced by war and plague, and he had walked for three weeks to stand before...

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