The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog sits heavy on the mill town of Blackwood, a grey shroud that tastes of coal dust and old rain, and you are standing at the edge of the platform watching the last train of the night disappear into the white nothingness, leaving behind only the smell of ozone and the hollow ache in your chest where your pride used to be, a pain so sharp and clean it feels like a blade pressed against the...

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