The Pale Banner

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2026-08-20 09:22:28 -

The Pale Banner

The rain on the windshield was a static hiss, a white noise that scrubbed the city clean of its usual sharp edges. I watched the wipers sweep, left and right, left and right, a metronome for my own fractured rhythm. In the passenger seat, the fern was dying. It was a Boston fern, large and sprawling, its fronds curling inward like fists, brown and brittle at the tips. It sat in a terracotta pot...

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