The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The invoice for the rye flour lay on the counter, its edges softened by a month of handling. Elias Thorne stared at the total, the ink smudged where his thumb had pressed too hard, and signed it without looking up. The pen scratch was the only sound in the bakery, a dry friction against the paper that seemed to cut through the silence of the early morning. He was forty-two, but his hands looked...

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