The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hand trembled. It was a fine hand. Long fingers. Pale knuckles. It rested on the velvet cushion of the high chair, waiting. The room smelled of beeswax and old stone. Dust motes danced in the shaft of grey light that cut through the single, narrow window. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters. Inside, the silence was thick. It pressed against the eardrums. It tasted of copper....

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