The Pale Verdict
The coat was red. It hung on the hook in the hall. It did not belong to Thomas. It did not belong to his mother. It did not belong to his sister, Clara, who was dead. Thomas woke up in a house that smelled of coal dust and wet wool. The light was grey. The light was thick. It pressed against the windows like wet clay. He sat up. The bed was cold. The sheets were white. They were stiff with...
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