The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

I arrived in Harrowgate on a Tuesday. The bus left me at the edge of the square. The air was thin. It smelled of wet wool and old rain. I carried a box. It was heavy. It held my life. It held my mother’s life. The town was gray. The houses leaned in. They whispered. I walked to the clinic. It was a white building. It stood apart. It was clean. It was cold. Inside, the floor was tile. The light...

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