The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream was always the same, a wet and grinding dark where my shadow peeled itself off the wall of my bedroom, stretching into a long, hungry thing that slithered toward the town’s granaries. I woke with the taste of mold in my mouth, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated my tongue and made my stomach turn over with a physical nausea that had nothing to do with hunger. It was November, 1912,...

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