The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain has not stopped for three days. It falls in a gray sheet against the window of your cell, blurring the city beyond into a smear of neon and shadow. You sit on the thin mattress, your hands resting on your knees. They are trembling. Not from cold, though the air is damp and biting. They tremble because you are holding it. It is a shard of glass. Or perhaps bone. It is white,...

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