The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train cut through the fog like a blade through wet cloth, the wheels shrieking a high, thin note that seemed to pierce the very bone of my skull. I stood at the window, watching the gray fields of the Scottish Highlands blur past, my breath fogging the cold glass. I was twenty years old, carrying a satchel that weighed more than I did, filled with the heavy, leather-bound ledgers of the...

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