The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the St. Jude’s Community Center, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of asphalt and neon. Margaret stood at the edge of the auditorium, her fingers white-knuckled around the handle of the heavy oak podium. She was not there to speak. She was there to disappear. The room was empty except...
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