The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Chapter One Water was the only currency that mattered in Maral. Farhad Kian stood at the gate of the caravanserai, his boots heavy on the stone. The air smelled of wet wool and old dust. He was thirty-two years old, a border patrol officer with two decades of service to his name, though the math never quite added up in his head. He wanted his pension. He wanted to retire before the winter...

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