The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bell tower is falling. You hear it before you see it. A groan of wet timber, deep in the chest of the building, followed by the wet slap of shingles hitting the mud below. The air tastes of iron and rain. You are standing on the gallery, your boots slick with the runoff from the upper floors. The mist is thick, a gray wool that wraps around the iron girders and chokes the light. It is 1912,...

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