The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Your fingers are stained with ink and cold coffee as you sign the release form. The pen scratches against the paper, a sound like a nail dragging down a chalkboard, echoing in the empty office of the St. Jude’s textile mill. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two years old, and you are leaving. The foreman, a man named Halloway who smells of stale tobacco and iron filings, watches you from...

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