The Pale Banner
The first thing you notice is the silence, which is not true silence but a heavy, wet thing that presses against your eardrums, a thick fog that has settled into the hollows of the town and refuses to lift. You stand at the edge of the garden where the roses used to be, and now there is only a jagged patch of earth, raw and red, like a wound that will not close. You are here to investigate,...
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