The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train hummed. It was a low, bone-deep vibration. We were late. The delay was not an accident. It was a choice. I held the bag. My fingers were white. The leather was cold. It was my grandfather’s. No, that was a lie. It was my father’s. He gave it to me when I was seven. He said it held the weight of the world. I believed him. I am a fool. I am always a fool. The station was empty. The...

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