The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. Leo sat by the window, his forehead pressed against the cold glass. Outside, the city of Ashford blurred into gray streaks. He was twelve. His clothes were too thin for the November wind. Inside, he was shivering. Not from the cold. From the hunger that had become a constant hum in his chest. He held a duffel bag in his lap. It was brown and frayed at the...

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