The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The glass cracked. A single hairline fracture. It ran from the top left corner down to the bottom right. I saw it. My hands were still shaking. The vibration of the machine hummed in my teeth. We were inside the Mill. The old textile factory. Brick walls. High ceilings. Dust motes dancing in the shafts of light. My father stood beside me. He wore a suit that fit him poorly. He smelled of stale...

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