The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of his workshop, his hands resting on the edge of the workbench, watching the water bead on the windowpane. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to blur into a single, continuous stretch of grey. He was a restorer of...

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