The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind in the bell tower of St. Jude’s did not howl; it whispered, a dry, rustling sound like paper being turned over in a vast, empty room. I stood in the center of the rotunda, my fingers white-knuckled around the leather-bound ledger, the weight of it a physical ache in my palms. The numbers on the page were not merely figures; they were a countdown. Three thousand pounds due by Friday, or...

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