The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The white silk scarf is in your hands, cold and dry as a dead leaf, the weave tight and unyielding against your palms. You are Mara, thirty-two, a senior archivist at the State Museum, and you are waking up in the blue-gray pre-dawn light with your throat tight, the phantom sensation of that fabric constricting your airway still lingering in your sinuses. It is a dream you have had every night...

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