The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink is still wet on the page, black and slick against the rough grain of the paper, as I tell you, Mother, that the winter will not take us this year, that I have signed the contract with the railway men to haul timber from the upper ridges, a job that pays in gold coins rather than the stale, crumbling notes of the mine, and that by the time the first frost bites at the windowpane, there...

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