The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream is always the same. A white cloth, drifting like smoke, settling on the small, still form of your daughter. You wake with the taste of copper and cold water in your mouth, the fog already pressing against the windowpanes of Oakhaven. It is a town that does not have seasons, only degrees of gray. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have spent the last three years in this house,...

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