The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The road is a vein of grey stone. It pulses. You walk it. You are not alone. They walk with you. The procession is long. It stretches behind you into the mist and ahead into the fog. They are silent. They are hungry. You carry the basket. It is heavy. It is light. The sky is the color of old bruises. Purple. Yellow. Blue. It does not change. It is fixed. You look up. You look down. The ground...

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