The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The coat hung on the back of a wooden chair. It was wool, heavy and grey, worn thin at the elbows. It belonged to Elias. He did not wear it that morning. He stood by the window, watching the fog roll off the moor. The air was cold. It bit at his lungs. He was a man of habits. Routine was his armor. Today, the armor had been stripped away. His sister, Clara, sat at the kitchen table. She was...

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