The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray static against the high, arched windows of the precinct building, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and neon, while inside the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old fear. I sat in the corner of the briefing room, my back pressed against the cold cinder block wall,...

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