The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train hissed. Steam curled. It smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias stood on the platform. He held the flag. It was pale. Almost white. The fabric was thin. It fluttered weakly. The wind was cold. It cut through his coat. He looked at the crowd. Faces blurred. Eyes watched. They did not blink. They did not speak. They just watched. Elias felt a hum in his chest. It was low. It was steady....

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