The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was wet. It always was wet. I sat in the booth at the back of the station, the leather cracked and stiff under my elbows. The air smelled of coal dust and stale coffee. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass, a gray curtain that blurred the world into a smear of slate and iron. I held the ledger in my hands. My fingers were trembling. Not from cold. From the weight of it. The page...

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