The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog in Harrowgate did not clear; it thickened. It was a living thing, a grey sludge that clogged the gears of the mills and the lungs of the men who fed them. I stood alone in the precinct house, the air smelling of wet wool and stale tobacco. I was Silas Vane, thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with twelve years on the force. I wanted to clear my name after the riot at the...

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