The Pale Verdict
The banquet hall of the Institute of Advanced Linguistics was a cavern of polished mahogany and heavy velvet, a space designed to make the human spirit feel small enough to be contained by the weight of its own expectations, and it was here, amidst the clinking of crystal glasses and the low, hum of intellectual posturing, that Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood holding a glass of chilled, pale wine,...
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