The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the conference room was recycled and cold, smelling faintly of ozone and the synthetic lemon cleaner used on the carpets, a sterile scent that seemed to strip the humanity from the words Elias Thorne was forcing out of his throat. He sat at the head of the long, polished table, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the mahogany, staring down at Sarah, a junior structural...

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