The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream was always the same. It was a long, cold corridor. The floor was wet with a liquid that smelled of iron and old rain. Thomas walked it. He walked until his feet blistered. He walked until his lungs burned. At the end of the hall hung a banner. It was pale. It was white. It fluttered in a wind that had no source. Thomas reached for it. His hands passed through the fabric. He woke up...

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