The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron bell hung in the throat of the factory like a tongue swollen with rust, its surface pitted by decades of soot and the ceaseless, grinding exhale of the steam engines below. It was not a bell for calling the shift to end, nor for marking the hours of the day, but a relic of a time before the gears had swallowed the sky, a heavy, dumb thing that had forgotten its purpose. Elara held it...

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