The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The server rack hums. You press your thumb against the cold glass, feeling the vibration travel up your bone. It is a low, wet sound, like a throat clearing in a quiet room. You check your watch. 2:14 AM. The shift ends at 3:00. You have forty-six minutes to finish your rounds, sign the log, and drive the twelve miles home to Margaret. She is in the chair by the window, the oxygen tube taped to...

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