The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink was still wet on the ledger when I heard the rustle. It was a dry, papery sound, like a skeleton shaking off snow. I did not look up. I was thirty-two, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not pay for looking up at things that were not on the register. I was Elias Thorne, a clerk with a debt of four hundred pounds to the bank on Harrow Street, and the only way out of the red was the...

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