The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain hits the asphalt in sheets. You do not flinch. You hold the vial. It is cold. It is heavy. It is the only thing in your hand that feels real. You are moving through the city. The neon signs bleed into the wet pavement. Red. Blue. White. You count your steps. One. Two. Three. The rhythm is a heartbeat. It is a cage. You are a soldier. You wear the uniform of the peace. The badge is a...

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