The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven horizontally against the high, arched windows of the St. Jude’s Sanitarium for the Nervous Ailments. It was a grey, industrial drizzle, the kind that seemed to seep into the very mortar of the brickwork, turning the world outside into a smear of wet slate and rusted iron. Inside the administrative wing, the air was dry and smelled of carbolic soap...

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