The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into a rust-colored film on the flagstones. Arthur Penhaligon sat on a splintered stool, his hands resting on his knees, fingers curled around the hems of his threadbare waistcoat. He was a man of letters, a lecturer in natural philosophy at the university, a man who had spent his life cataloging the world...

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