The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it was suspended, a dense, grey mist that clung to the wet pavement and the rusted iron of the fire escapes, turning the afternoon into a bruised, indistinct smear of watercolor. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop, a narrow space on the fourth floor of a brick building that smelled permanently of turpentine, old varnish, and the...

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