The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, industrial mist that clung to the soot-stained brick of the warehouse district and seeped into the bones of the old steam engines that groaned in their silent bays. You stood at the edge of the loading dock, your hands wrapped around a ceramic mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, the steam rising in thin, ghostly ribbons that...
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