The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The road was white. Not snow-white. Bone-white. It stretched out like a vein cut open in the dirt, exposing the dry, hollow earth beneath. Margaret walked. Her boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It was the only sound. She carried a bucket. It was heavy. It was full of water. The water sloshed. It made a dull, wet noise against the wood. She did not look down. She looked ahead. The road...

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