The Pale Banner
The door locked. I heard the click. It was a small sound. Sharp. Final. Like a bone breaking. Or a promise. The room was white. Blindingly white. Lights buzzed. High above. They hummed with a low, sick vibration. I stood still. My hands shook. I looked down. My dress was black. Simple. Elegant. It had been my wedding dress. Years ago. Now it was just fabric. Stained. Worn. I touched the hem. It...
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