The Pale Banner
The letter lay on the porch table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, the county seal stamped in red ink that looked like a dried wound against the pale paper. Elias Thorne picked it up, the weight of it negligible but the implication crushing, and read the lines that informed him his ancestral estate was subject to immediate seizure for zoning violations. He looked up to find Mara...
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