The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The winter air in the old quarter of London tasted of iron and wet ash, a cold that seeped into the marrow and refused to leave, clinging to the bones with the tenacity of a widow holding onto the ring of her dead husband. I stood at the window of the high room, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the snow settle upon the cobblestones below where the...

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