Beneath Broken Banners

Aeron moved like a shadow through the pre-dawn mist, his breath sharp in the cold air. His heart thudded louder than his footsteps, louder than the rustling leaves beneath his boots. The forest surrounding Novara was silent, save for the soft crunch of earth as he made his way toward the old mill. He should have felt the weight of guilt, but all he felt was dread.

Each step toward the crumbling stone structure was a step closer to betrayal.