The Pale Banner
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world into a smear of mud and memory, and I sat alone in the back of the transport truck, my back pressed against the cold metal wall, listening to the rhythmic thump of the engine and the distant, hollow sound of my own heart beating in my chest. My left arm was bound in a thick, white cast, the plaster stiff...
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