The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The needle punched through the wool, pulling the thread tight, and Renate Wolf held her breath, counting the stitches in the hem of the magistrate’s coat. She sat in the attic room, the air heavy with hot iron and old dust, while the streetlamps outside warped and bent like liquid metal. She needed the commission finished by dawn; the rent was due, and the strike vote was tomorrow, a fact that...

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