The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The freight elevator groaned. It climbed. The air tasted of ozone and stale rust. Marcus held the console tight. His knuckles were white. He was not human. Or rather, he was not fully human. He was a patchwork of wire and will. A ghost in the machine. The building was a tomb. A vertical mausoleum of glass and steel. They called it the Spire. It was the heart of the city. It beat with data. With...

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