The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain on the windowpane of the precinct’s interrogation room was not water, it was a grey sludge that smeared the world outside into a blur of indistinguishable shapes, and inside, the air tasted of stale coffee, wet wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that hung heavy in the throat like a swallowed stone, while Sergeant Elias Thorne sat across from the suspect, a young man named...

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