The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ironworks of Blackwood Creek smelled of wet ash and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the throat and the wool of one’s coat. It was a place where the air itself seemed to have weight, a thick, gray curtain that hung low over the jagged skyline of the foundries. Thomas Bradshaw stood alone on the gantry of the number four blast furnace, his hands resting on the cold steel...

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