The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the city, turning the gaslights into blurry, weeping eyes. Arthur Pendelton stood before the great bronze doors of the Foundry, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the object concealed within the heavy wool of his coat. It was a small, intricate mechanism,...

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