The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The house was dying. Not the people in it, but the walls. The plaster crumbled like dry skin. The wood groaned in the wind. It was a large house. It sat on a hill. The hill was steep. The air was cold. Arthur stood in the center of the hall. He held a book. It was old. The pages were yellow. He read to the shadows. He read to the dust. "Who is there?" he asked. No one answered. The wind hit the...

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