The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The brass weight of the compass sat on my desk, cold against the wood. I had spent forty-two years of my life drawing lines that other men would bleed over, and now, at the end of the winter of 1893, I was counting the hours until the ink froze. The office was quiet, save for the tick of the clock and the distant, rhythmic clatter of the printing presses in the basement. I wanted to finish the...

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