The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The roast lamb sits on the silver platter. It is pink. It glistens. You cut into it. The juice runs down the fork. It drips onto the white tablecloth. It looks like blood. It is not blood. You sit at the head of the long table. The chandeliers above are low. They buzz with a faint, electric hum. The air is thick with perfume and old wood. You are the Investigator. You wear a suit of dark wool....

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