The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain on the glass was a blur of gray. I wiped it away with my sleeve, leaving a smudge. The watchtower was cold. I checked my watch. It was midnight. I needed to sleep. I couldn't. My name is Elias Thorne. I am thirty-four. I am a sergeant. I want my name cleared. My brother Julian died here. They say he fell. I say he was pushed. The Bureau says nothing. The Bureau is the wall. I am the...

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