The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The van coughed, sputtered, and then held, the engine trembling like a heart in arrest. Mara kept her hands at ten and two, knuckles white against the wheel, eyes fixed on the shimmering heat that danced over the cracked asphalt of the Nevada desert. It was a wall of light, thin and wavering, but as she drove into it, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and old dust. She had been driving...

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