The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that swallowed the city whole, erasing the sharp edges of the skyline until the concrete and glass bled into a uniform, suffocating haze. I sat in the driver’s seat of my unmarked sedan, the engine off, the silence inside the cabin heavy with the smell of stale coffee and the damp wool of my coat. My hands, resting on...
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