The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The carriage rattled over the cobblestones, a rhythmic clatter that seemed to beat against the inside of my skull, a dull, persistent throb that matched the pulse of the city waking up beneath us. I held the small, heavy object in my lap, wrapped in a scrap of silk that had once been white but was now the color of old tea. It was a mirror, or what was left of one. The glass was cracked,...

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