The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The jar sat on the table, a cylinder of amber glass holding a suspension of grey flakes that settled slowly, like snow in a sealed room. It was the only thing in the kitchen that did not rust, did not rot, did not smell of the damp wool and coal dust that permeated our lives in Ashford. I was not a man, though I wore a suit of charcoal grey and a face that mimicked human weariness with such...

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