The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It was a cold, gray morning in London. I stood in the archway of St. Mary’s. My hand rested on my sword hilt. The leather was wet. My fingers were numb. I waited. Who came next was not what I expected. It was not a bandit. It was not a spy. It was a child. A girl. Perhaps twelve. She wore a tattered blue dress. Her hair was matted with mud. She held a small,...

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