The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain tasted of iron. I carried the jar. It was heavy. Lead glass. Sealed tight. Inside, a slurry of pale liquid swirled. Milk mixed with something else. Something alive. We walked through the mud. My boots sank deep. The house loomed ahead. Black timber. White trim. The windows glowed like jaundiced eyes. Thomas waited at the gate. He held a lantern. His face was shadowed. "Is it ready?" he...

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