The Pale Banner
Chapter One Gerrit van Dijk remembered the silence of the medic bay, the way the air recyclers hummed a low, constant note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He stood now in the freezing rain of the Dutch-German border, the wet seeping through his coat, clutching a torn, pale banner against his chest. He was thirty-four, a border patrol officer, and he wanted to deliver this flag to his dying...
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