The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The uniform was a lie. It was a gray lie. It smelled of stale coffee and gun oil. It fit too tight. I looked in the mirror. Who was that? Not me. A stranger. My brother, Elias, stood behind me. He did not speak. He held a badge. A gold star. It caught the light. It was sharp. It was cold. "Time to go," he said. His voice was soft. It was the voice of the storm. We left the house. The rain was...

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