The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not stop. It fell on the cobblestones of Leeds like a gray curtain, heavy and unyielding. I stood in the doorway of the print shop. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe from the weight of what I had done. Thomas was inside. He was always inside. He worked the presses until his fingers bled. He loved the smell of ink. I loved the way he looked at me when he thought no...

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