The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog rolls in thick as wool. You feel it on your skin. It tastes of salt and old iron. The train groans. It shudders. Then it stops. You are in the carriage. You are not alone. Your son is there. He is small. He is cold. You hold him. Your arms are the cage. He is the bird. He does not know why he is afraid. You know. You have always known. The engine coughs. Steam hisses into the dark....

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