The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The coffee was cold. It tasted of rust and old pennies. Elias stared at the surface. A thin film of oil floated in the center. It was the color of a bruise. He did not drink it. He watched it settle. The machine hummed. A low, sick drone. The break room smelled of burnt beans and wet wool. "You're staring at it again, Elias." The voice came from the corner. Marcus leaned against the counter. He...

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