The Pale Banner
The fluorescent lights of the St. Jude’s Municipal Records Office hummed with a frequency that seemed to drill directly into the marrow of my bones, a low, persistent drone that underscored the silence of the budget meeting. I stood before the glass-walled conference room, my hands clasped behind my back to hide their trembling, waiting for the decision that would determine whether I remained a...
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