The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, industrial drumming against the iron shutters of the workshop that turned the air thick with the smell of wet slate and oxidized copper. I sat at the bench, my hands stained with the black dust of graphite and the iridescent residue of the glass, the silence of the city pressing against the walls like a physical weight. It was the era of...

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