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The Pale Banner

The rain hammered the tin roof. It was a heavy, industrial drumming. I pressed my thumb against the bruise. The skin was cold. It was tight. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From the effort of holding them still. "Did you do it?" I asked. Silence. The kitchen was dim. A single bulb hung low. It buzzed. The light was yellow. It stained everything. The table. The floor. My...

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