The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The leather of the gloves had long since surrendered to the damp air of the warehouse, turning into a soft, bruised flesh that clung to Elias Thorne’s hands like a second skin. He sat on the overturned crate in the corner, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note above him, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. His thumbs were raw, the skin cracked and weeping a...

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