The Pale Banner

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2026-08-17 11:44:04 -

The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, metallic rhythm against the tin roof of the station house, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and had become the texture of my life. I sat at my desk, the wood scarred by decades of pens and spilled coffee. My hands were still. They were always still now. But inside the sleeves of my uniform, they trembled like...

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