The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain on the tin roof of the signal station sounded like a thousand small bones breaking against the earth, a rhythmic, hollow tapping that had worn your nerves down to a raw, white thread over the last three weeks of silence. You sat by the cold stove, your uniform damp and heavy with the smell of wet wool and iron, holding the letter that your brother Thomas had sent before the fever took...

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