The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Hale. Clara’s voice cut through the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light that fell across the parlor floor, a sharp, brittle sound that made my shoulders jerk before I could stop them. I was standing by the window, my hand pressed against the cold glass, watching the smoke from the textile mill’s chimneys curl into the grey sky, but the name had pulled me back into the room, into...

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