The Pale Banner
The glass is already cracked. You see it. A spiderweb fracture across the left eye of the shield. It was whole when you woke up. Now it is not. You are in the box. A cold, steel box. The walls hum. A low, electric hum. It vibrates in your teeth. In your bones. You are not alone. There is Julian. He sits opposite you. His knees are drawn up. He is shaking. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe from...
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