The Pale Banner
Act I "You’re counting again," Kael said, his hand hovering over the ledger. "Stop it. The ink is wet." Aisha Haddad did not look up. She was thirty-four years old, a border officer in the industrial city of Veldt, and she wanted to secure her pension by reporting a breach in the seal. The fog in the factory district was thick, a physical thing that rolled off the terraced vineyards outside the...
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