The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bread had begun to rot, and the smell was sweet, a cloying perfume that hung in the air of the small apartment like a heavy, wet blanket. Leo, a boy of twelve with hands that were too large for his wrists and eyes that saw too much of the world, watched the mold spread across the loaf of sourdough his mother had bought that morning. It was a pale, greenish-white fungus that crept over the...

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