The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Elias. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by a voice I didn’t recognize until the glass shattered. It was the sound of the world breaking, a high-pitched crack that split the silence of my shop on Wabash Avenue. I was standing over the cutting table, the shears in my hand, the pale silk banner spread out before me like a wound. The mob was outside. I saw them through the broken...

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