The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The whistle blew at six, a shrill, metallic scream that tore through the thin November air and set the teeth of every man on the platform jarring in their skulls. I stood there, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my wool coat, watching Silas board the train, his face bright with a confidence that felt like a lie, a mask he wore to hide the fact that he had already sold his labor to a rival...

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