The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ledger was heavy, a brick of bound leather and cold iron, held in Elias Thorne’s scarred hands as he stood in the mud of the mining camp. It was 1893, and the wind off the valley cut through his wool coat like a knife, carrying the scent of wet ash and diesel. He was forty years old, a veteran of the frontier wars, and his body felt like a machine that had been overworked and never oiled....

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