The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Act I Do you remember the sound the ledger made when it bled? It was not a wet sound, but a dry tearing, like the rustling of old paper in a wind that does not exist. I stood in the break room of the company town, the linoleum cold and gritty under my shoes, listening to the hum of the vending machine which clicked and whirred in a rhythm that matched my own failing pulse. My father, Phra, sat...

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