The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall was white. Not the clean white of plaster, but the bone white of old age. It stretched out before them, a long corridor of silence. Margaret stood at the threshold. Her hands were cold. The air smelled of dust and dried lavender. Her husband, Julian, stood beside her. He was tall. He wore a suit of dark wool. It cut sharply across his shoulders. He looked like a man carved from stone....

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