A Clash of Crimson Flags

A Clash of Crimson Flags

The ‘Stag building lay there, a crumpled remain of its former glory. Bodies were strewn inside its gray walls. Atop what was once a dome, a crimson flag burned. Red, white, and black burned. Down the flag came, another crimson flag rose. The reigns had been passed. The Iron Curtain had fallen.