The Pale Banner
The rain had been falling on the coast for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the world into a gray smear of water and stone, and I found myself driving my old sedan up the winding road to Highgarden with the windows down, letting the spray soak through my wool coat until I was shivering from the inside out. I was a man who lived in books, in the dust of archives and the quiet,...
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