The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud had a texture like wet plaster, gritty against the palm and slick as oil. "Keep it up, Thorne. Keep it up or we’re all dead," Corporal Miller shouted, his voice tearing out of the wet air. Elias Thorne, twenty-four, clutched the frayed white banner in his left hand, his fingers white-knuckled around the fabric. It was a piece of silk, stolen from a dead officer’s kit bag three days...

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