The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron gates of the Blackwood Sanatorium groan open under the weight of a wind that smells of coal dust and wet stone, and you stand at the threshold not as a visitor but as a prisoner of your own making, your fingers white-knuckled around the brass railing as if it were the only solid thing left in a world that has dissolved into mist and memory. You are Margaret, and you are here because...

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