The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The glass shattered before the sound did. It hung in the air, a suspended constellation of diamonds, freezing the light from the high windows of the Department of Civic Records. I stood in the center of it. My hands were empty. My heart was not. The year was 1908, and the city smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. We were modern, or so the newspapers claimed. We had electric trams that hummed...

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