The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream always began with the weight of the fabric, a heavy, suffocating blanket of white wool that smelled of lye and old dust, pressing against my chest as I tried to rise from the floor of the church hall. In the dream, the banner hung from the rafters, not as a symbol of peace or community, but as a shroud, its edges frayed and rotting, dripping with a dark, viscous fluid that pooled on...

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