The Pale Banner
The house was a cathedral of glass and steel, a skeletal thing that had stood empty for three years, waiting for a verdict that never came. I stood on the landing, my boots heavy with the dust of the last decade, looking down at the atrium where the central support beam had snapped. It was a fracture that looked less like an accident and more like a deliberate act of surrender, a clean, white...
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