The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The light in the border park was flat and gray, the kind that made the terraced hills look like a bruise that wouldn’t heal. Salvador Villaseñor stood at the base of the forty-two Tannery Steps, his hands still smelling of grease and cold coffee, watching the crane swing its heavy load over the new automated port. He was forty years old, but his back felt sixty, and the mortgage on his trailer...

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