The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the asphalt into a mirror that reflected the bruised purple of the twilight. Elias Thorne stood by the curb, his umbrella broken, the fabric torn to ribbons by the wind. He looked up at the fire escape above him, where a single, pale white moth had landed on the railing. It was not moving. It was just there,...

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