The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the Bureau, a gray, heavy hand trying to smear the world into a blur. Inside, the air was stale, recycled through vents that hummed with a low, mechanical breath, carrying the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood scarred by decades of elbows and the accidental slides...

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