The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The coffee in the mug is cold, the surface a dull, oily mirror that reflects the ceiling fan spinning in the stagnant air. You are Elias, thirty-two, and you are alone in the kitchen of the house your father left you, a house that feels less like a home and more like a held breath, waiting for you to make a mistake. The silence is not empty; it is pressurized, a physical weight that pushes...

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