The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain does not fall. It hangs. A thick, grey mist clings to the brickwork of the old textile mills, turning the air into a damp wool blanket that smells of rust and wet stone. You stand on the catwalk above the loom floor. Your boots are steel-toed, heavy, designed for stability. They are the only solid things you have. Below you, the machinery is silent. It has been silent for three days....

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