The Pale Banner

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2026-08-19 09:43:48 -

The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world. We stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing at our jackets, and I watched Elias hold the banner aloft. It was a thing of tattered blue cotton, stiff with salt and silt, its edges frayed into threads that whipped like dying nerves. It was not a flag of any nation we knew, nor...

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