The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain hit the corrugated steel roof of the bunker with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a countdown, a relentless, drumming insistence that we were still alive, still present in the meat of the world, even as the sky above tore itself apart in flashes of white and orange. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my back against the damp wall, my rifle across my knees, and I...

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