The Pale Banner

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2026-08-17 20:16:53 -

The Pale Banner

The rain does not stop. It has not stopped in days. The water beads on the glass of the small room, forming long, trembling rivers that merge and separate. You sit in the corner, on a chair that creaks with a low, wooden groan each time you shift. Your legs are crossed. Your hands are still. They rest on your lap, pale and thin, like dried leaves. You are waiting. The air is thick. It smells of...

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