The Pale Verdict
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, tucked beneath the door of the staff dormitory like a dead leaf caught in the wind. Margaret did not open it immediately. She sat on the edge of her narrow cot, her hands folded in her lap, watching the dust motes dance in the thin beam of afternoon light that cut through the grimy window. The envelope was thick, the paper heavy and expensive, a stark contrast...
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