The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog came in before dawn. It tasted of iron and wet ash. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. I pressed my palm against it. My reflection stared back. It looked wrong. The eyes were too wide. The mouth was too thin. I knew that face. It was my mother’s. Or perhaps it was mine, aged by a lifetime of silence. I turned away. The mirror was a lie. The house was dying. Not fast. Slowly....

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