The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a suspended grey mist, thick as wool, pressing against the windowpanes of the Ashworth estate. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and old paper. Elias sat at his desk. His hands were still. He held a pen. He did not write. The house was old. It was a Victorian skeleton of oak and glass. The year was 1924. The war was over, but the silence remained. Elias was...

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