The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog rolled off the moor in thick, gray sheets. It tasted of iron and wet wool. Thomas stood at the edge of the treeline. His rifle was cold in his hands. He did not breathe. He had been standing there for two hours. The cold had settled into his bones. It was a heavy, quiet thing. He waited for the boy. The boy was his brother. Callum. They had not spoken in three days. The last words they...

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