The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train did not stop. It never stopped. It was a long, metallic creature, silver and blind, tearing through the grey mist of a world that had forgotten how to sleep. I was twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen; time had become a fluid, unreliable thing in the War, stretching and snapping like wet rubber. I sat in the corner of the third-class car, my knees drawn up to my chest, my fingers...

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