The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mill did not breathe; it shuddered. It was a great, iron beast pinned to the hillside of Ashby, its smokestacks belching gray ribbons into a sky that had forgotten the sun. Inside, the air tasted of sulfur and wet wool, a thick, cloying haze that settled in the lungs and stayed there. Eleanor stood at her loom, the shuttle moving in a rhythm that was less work and more prayer. *Click. Whir....

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