The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hand was red. Not flushed. Not pink. Red. A deep, arterial crimson that seemed to pulse against the pale linen sleeve. It rested on the oak table. It did not move. Elias looked at it. He looked away. He looked back. "You are staring, old man," said Thomas. Thomas sat across the table. He held a cup of black tea. Steam curled from it. It smelled of pine and damp earth. Thomas was young. His...

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