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Flags still fly in the Gladden Fields. Long ago there were many proud men, bearing standards of black and silver. They trampled the grass. When they fell the fields ran red, before the rain and river could wash them clean. But fields forget of what bones they’re made and grass grows long. Now flags fly again in the Gladden Fields.
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