The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

"You’re holding it too tight, Zahra. You’ll rip the stitching." The chief’s voice was dry, like paper scraping against stone. Zahra Kian did not look up. She stood in the center of the precinct hall, the air heavy with wet wool and the metallic tang of fear. Her hands, rough and calloused from twenty years of gripping batons and levers, trembled slightly around the fraying edges of the white...

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