The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hall smelled of roasted duck and stale perfume. We were many. Too many. The air was thick, a living thing that pressed against my skin, demanding breath I did not want to give. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. It bit into my fingertips. Outside, the city lights bled into the dark. Red. Blue. Gold. A chaotic smear. Inside, the chandeliers held the light in rigid, golden cages. I...

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