The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The coffee in the faculty lounge tasted of burnt rubber and old pennies. Elias Thorne gripped the ceramic mug until his knuckles turned white, watching the liquid tremble in time with his own pulse. Across the room, Marcus, the department chair, was laughing. It was a dry, barking sound that seemed to strip the paint from the walls. He was holding up the draft of Elias’s grant proposal, a thick...

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