The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The heat in the mill was a physical weight, thick and wet, pressing against Elias Thorne’s lungs as he stood before the massive loom, the rhythmic clatter of the shuttles sounding like the chewing of a thousand iron jaws. He was thirty years old, with hands roughened by years of handling cotton thread, and he watched the steam whistle at the center of the floor, a relic of the old regime that...

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