The Pale Verdict
The snow did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, silent accumulation that buried the world in a whiteness so absolute it seemed to erase the very concept of distance. I stood at the window of my office, a room on the fourteenth floor of the Sterling Medical Institute, watching the flakes swirl against the glass. The air inside was sterile, smelling of antiseptic and old paper, a scent...
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