The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain has not stopped for three days, and the city smells of wet wool and old iron. You are standing in the doorway of the safehouse, holding the umbrella with a grip that has whitened your knuckles, watching the taxi pull away. In the back seat, Eleanor’s silhouette blurs against the glass, a dark smear that refuses to resolve into a face. You do not wave. You do not call out. You are a man...

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