The Pale Banner

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2026-08-23 15:28:08 -

The Pale Banner

The dream is always the same, a still life of flesh and iron where your father’s severed hand hangs from a rusted hook in the center of a white void, the skin translucent and pale as parchment, the fingers curled in a silent, eternal grasp that seems to tighten every time you turn your head, a whisper of static rising from the wrist joint that only you can hear, a sound like dry leaves...

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