The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Blackwell Textile Mill. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and iron dust. Silas Vane stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass. He watched the water streak down the pane, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and industry. He was a man of fifty winters, though...

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