The Pale Banner
Act I Perinne LaFleur remembered the weight of the silence before the wind started, a sound like tearing canvas that would later define the year everyone agreed to forget. She stood at the border checkpoint, the air thick with the metallic tang of rust and the damp rot of the marsh, while the union steward, a man named Deschamps who looked as tired as the mud he tracked in, stamped her...
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