The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The concrete was cold, and the wind was getting into my left shoulder. "Julian, hold that line steady. Do not let it drift." I was thirty-four years old, and the only thing in the world that mattered was the tensile strength of the rebar I was tying into the base of St. Jude’s Bell Tower. The contract was a mess. The parish had paid in installments, and the last check had bounced twice, leaving...

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