The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The letter lay on the workbench, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and vinegar. You read it twice. The words were simple, bureaucratic, and final. Your workshop was closed. The debt was called. You had seven days to vacate the premises or face seizure. You set the paper down. Your hands were stained blue with indigo, the dye worked deep into the whorls of your fingerprints. Outside,...

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