The Pale Verdict
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was a relentless, grey sludge that turned the cobblestones of the city square into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the neon signs of the betting shops and the fast-food joints that catered to the desperate and the bored. I stood under the awning of a shuttered bank, my shoulders hunched against the chill, watching the water drip from the...
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