The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, sick drone. It filled the room. It filled the air. It filled the lungs. Marcus stared at the wall. The paint was peeling. Yellow flakes curled. Like dead skin. He counted them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. The numbers were safe. The numbers were still. The world outside was not still. The world outside was rotting. He adjusted his tie. The knot was tight....

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