The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The spool of magnetic tape lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, smooth and cold as a river stone, its surface slick with the faint grease of decades of handling. He turned it over, watching the black ribbon catch the fluorescent light, a small, dark eye staring back at him from the center hub. The archive room smelled of vinegar and dust, a sharp, acidic scent that clung to the back of his throat, but...

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