The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The cloth moved in the draft, a slow, sickening undulation that made the cellar air feel thick as wet wool. "Is it watching us, Arthur?" Eleanor whispered, her voice barely rising above the tick of the clock in the hall. I did not answer. I could not. The white linen hung from the rafter above the coal scuttle, swaying with a rhythm that was not the wind, for the shutters were bolted tight...

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