The Pale Banner
The sky above the ironworks did not break so much as it shuddered, a violent, rhythmic trembling that started in your marrow and radiated outward until the air itself seemed to crack like old porcelain, and you stood there on the soot-blackened gantry, your small hands gripping the rusted railings so tightly that the iron bit into your flesh, watching the great white banner that hung from the...
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