The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The carriage wheels grind against the iron tracks of the elevated line, a shrieking metal song that vibrates through the soles of your boots and up into the marrow of your bones. You are standing, as you have always stood, at the very edge of the platform in the district of Soho, where the fog rolls in thick and yellow, smelling of coal smoke, wet wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone....

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