The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the town square smelled of wet wool and stale coal smoke. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of gray, heavy day that pressed down on the shoulders of the people in Harrowgate. They stood in a loose circle around the fountain, their breath pluming in the cold. The police were there. They were always there. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands clasped...

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