The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The jar sits on the table. It is cracked. A thin line runs from the rim to the base, a scar of white porcelain against the dark wood. You hold it with both hands. Your fingers tremble, not from cold, but from the weight of what it holds. Inside, the liquid swirls, thick and pale as milk, smelling of burnt sugar and iron. It is the last dose. You have brewed it yourself, hour by hour, in the...

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