The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mud sucked at my boots. It was a grey, viscous slurry, thick as porridge, cold as the grave. I did not look up. I could not. To look up was to see the sky, and the sky was empty, and the emptiness was a verdict I could not bear. I was in the cellar. It was my cellar. Or it had been. The walls were lined with bottles. Hundreds of them. Amber glass. Green glass. Some clear. They held the...

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