The Pale Banner
Walter Yancey knew that a building did not fall all at once, but rather in a series of small, mechanical failures that no one heard until the final, deafening snap. Chapter One The rain in Ironminster did not fall so much as it pressed, a heavy, humid weight that swelled the doorframes of the old textile mill until the hinges screamed in protest. Walter stood in the main lobby, his boots slick...
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