The Pale Banner
Helmut Becker stood in the auction yard at ninety-six of Gallows Corner, his hands trembling as he checked the serial numbers on the seized furniture, a man whose life had been reduced to a list of debts and a mortgage that swallowed him whole. He wanted to keep his license, the paper that allowed him to sell the goods of others, but the Pale Banner was already there, a spectral cloth that...
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