The Pale Banner

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2026-08-20 05:47:35 -

The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a fine, grey mist that clung to the windows of the city. It was the kind of weather that made the concrete look wet, even when it was dry. I wiped the glass with my sleeve. My sleeve was frayed. My coat was thin. I am an exile here. My name is Julian. I used to be someone else. I used to have a home. Now I have this corner office. It is a small room on the...

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