The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind did not blow across the northern ridge; it scraped, a low, grinding sound that vibrated in the teeth of every man standing on the precipice. I checked the seal on my rebreather, the rubber cold and stiff against my lips, and watched the pale, tattered growth on the cliff face expand by an inch, the spores drifting down like snow that refused to melt. We were three hours from the city,...

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