The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The road is red clay. It sticks to your boots. You are walking. You are walking fast. The air tastes of iron and dust. Behind you, the factory smoke hangs low. It is a thick gray blanket. It does not lift. It never lifts. You are twelve years old. Your name is Elias. No one calls you by it. They call you Kid. They call you Boy. They call you You. You hold the banner. It is white. It is not...

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