The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The glass is in your hand, cold and heavy as a stone, and you are running. You are running through the tall, dry grass that has turned the color of old bone under a sun that refuses to set, or perhaps it is a sun that has forgotten how to move, hanging low and swollen on the horizon like a bruised peach, and the air is thick with the smell of ozone and crushed thyme, and your lungs are burning,...

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