The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The air in the holding cell smelled of damp concrete and stale copper, a scent that had become indistinguishable from the taste of Marcus’s own fear. He sat on the cold metal bench, his hands cuffed behind his back, watching a single, vibrant orchid bloom in the crack of the wall. It was a ridiculous thing, a splash of violent violet against the grey, yet it held his gaze with a hypnotic,...

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