The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in London does not fall; it hovers, a suspended gray mist that clings to the wool of one’s coat and seeps into the marrow with the slow, insidious patience of a debt long overdue. I stood at the window of my office in the old university quarter, watching the students huddle beneath the awnings of the bookshops, their faces obscured by the damp and the low-hanging fog, and I thought of...

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