The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream is white. Not the white of snow, which has texture and shadow, but the white of bone, of heat, of a page before the ink is dry. You stand in a room that does not exist, holding a cloak. It is heavy, not with weight, but with expectation. The wool is coarse, dyed a deep, arterial red. You know this cloak. It is not yours. It belongs to the man who walked out of your life three days...

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