The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Elias, come here. The voice cut through the damp air of the barn, sharp as a whip crack, and Elias froze, his hands still buried in the straw where the chickens were pecking at the spilled grain. He wiped his palms on his trousers, leaving streaks of dust and grease, and turned to face his father, Thomas, who stood in the doorway with a ledger tucked under his arm. The ledger was thick, bound...

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