The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The brass of the badge was warm in my palm, polished to a dull shine by years of nervous thumbs, and it felt heavier than it should have as I stood in the grey light of my kitchen. Outside, the air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, the usual scent of Oakhaven, but today it carried a sharp, metallic tang that made my teeth ache. I was thirty years old, a constable with two more years to serve...

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