The Pale Banner
The ledger had seven pages, and I had counted them three times before the ink dried, a ritual of precision that usually soothed the jagged edge of my nerves, but this morning the numbers felt like stones in my pockets, heavy and cold, as I sat in the cramped office of the Blackwater District Registry, waiting for the clerk to stamp my pension claim. The air in the room was thick with the smell...
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