The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a wet, breathing mouth. I stood in the center of the room, my back against the cold stone of the wall, my rifle still raised, the barrel trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had just broken. The air tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic...
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