The Pale Banner
The sky split open at dawn. Not with thunder. Not with rain. With a sound like tearing silk. A pale banner of light descended from the clouds. It hung low over the city of Ashworth. It hung over the iron bridges. It hung over the soot-stained tenements. Arthur saw it from the window of his office. He was a clerk. He counted ledgers. He counted dust. He counted the hours until he could die. The...
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