The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The warrant was three inches long and felt heavier than the leather it was bound in. I checked the odometer. Four hundred miles to Oakhaven. The radio crackled with static, a low hum that mixed with the smell of wet pine and diesel exhaust. I was thirty-four years old. I had been a state trooper for twelve. I wanted to close the file on Silas Vane. I wanted to prove I was still the man the...

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