The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The train smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a pungent mixture that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stared out the window at the passing grey fields. He was a man composed of straight lines and rigid angles, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to cut into the fabric of the air around him. On his lap, folded with the precision of a surgeon’s instrument, lay the...

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