The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bakery door didn’t close right anymore. It stuck, a jagged wooden tongue caught in the frame, letting in the damp chill of the October morning. I stood on the threshold, holding the basket of sourdough loaves, and watched the town of Oakhaven gather in the square. They weren’t cheering. They were looking at the banner. It was a long strip of white linen, stretched between the old oak tree...

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