The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a heavy, gray thumb against the eye of the world. You stood at the window of the office on the fourth floor of the Department of Public Safety, watching the city dissolve into a blur of wet asphalt and neon. Your reflection stared back at you, hollowed out by the fluorescent hum overhead. It was the face of a man who had served too...
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