The Pale Banner
Chapter One My hands were already stained with the black grease of the reclamation yard when I found the saddle blanket of expensive wool tucked beneath a rusted gear. It was an absurd thing, that fabric, soft as a child’s cheek against the jagged iron of the dead machines. I wiped my palms on my trousers, the wool catching on the fabric, and looked up toward the Ministry of War archives, a...
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