The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The train did not stop. It slid through the station at a slow, mournful crawl, a long rib of black iron breathing steam into the night air. Inside the carriage, the air was thick, recycled, and smelled of wet wool and ozone. Thomas Ashworth sat by the window, his knees pressed against the seat opposite. His uniform was crisp, the brass buttons catching the dim light from the overhead fixtures....

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