The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

You are standing in the kitchen. The linoleum is cold under your boots. It smells of wet wool and iron. Your hands are shaking. You press them against the counter. The wood is smooth. It does not care about your fear. Outside, the fog rolls in from the river. It swallows the streetlamps one by one. You hear the heavy tread of boots on the cobblestones. Three men. They are coming to take you....

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