The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

My hand was broken. Not badly. Just the knuckles. Swollen like purple plums. I held it in my lap. It throbbed. A dull, wet rhythm. I looked up. The room was bright. Too bright. The light came from the high windows. It cut the dust in the air. Sharp lines. White beams. I am a clerk. I sit at a desk. I file papers. I do not fight. I do not break hands. I do not stand in the middle of the marble...

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