The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train hissed. It was a long hiss. The steam was white. It smelled of coal. And wet wool. Elias stood by the window. He held a lantern. It was old. The glass was cracked. The light inside was weak. It flickered. It was pale. He was leaving. The station was crowded. Faces passed. They were blurry. Elias did not look at them. He looked at the lantern. He had carried it for ten years. It was...

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