The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The sky tore open at noon. It was not a storm. Storms have weather. This had geometry. A rift of violet light split the firmament above the village of Oakhaven. It hung there, silent and jagged. The air tasted of ozone and old iron. I stood in my workshop. The smell of linseed oil and varnish filled my nose. It was a comforting smell. A grounding smell. Outside, the silence was absolute. Birds...

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