The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The soup was cold. It sat in the clay pot, a thick, grey sludge of turnip and bone. The steam had long since died. Only the smell remained. It was a heavy scent. It clung to the wool of the tablecloth. It clung to the skin of the man who sat across from it. Elias did not touch the spoon. He watched the surface. The fat had congealed. It formed a white crust over the black liquid. It looked like...

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