The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and cold, swallowing the iron girders of the dock. It tasted of salt and rust. "Pack your bags, Arthur," said Mr. Thorne. His voice was low, clipped, the way it was when the machine was running too hot. "We leave at dawn." Arthur nodded. He was twelve, lanky, with hands that never stopped moving, always adjusting the cuff of his sleeve or tapping a...

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