The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog did not roll in from the harbor this time, but seeped up from the floorboards of the basement, a cold, wet breath that tasted of iron and old salt. It was a thick, living thing, pressing against the glass panes of the windowless room where I had spent the last forty years of my life, a room that smelled of damp wool and the faint, sweet rot of decaying paper. I sat in the high-backed...

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