The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Yiannis Georgiou remembered the weight of the shears before he remembered the name of the woman who had given them to him. It was a Tuesday in the refugee quarter of Thessaloniki, the kind of January day where the thaw tricked the orchards into thinking spring had arrived, only to snap back with a freeze that cracked the mud along the road out of town. He stood in the workshop, the air thick...

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