The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The jar cracked. Elias Thorne did not look down. He kept his eyes fixed on the white expanse of the moor, where the snow lay thick and silent, burying the tracks of the men who had followed him. The cold bit into the flesh of his right shoulder, a dull, constant ache that had become more familiar than his own heartbeat. He was forty years old, and he had not slept in three days. The brine in...

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