The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The soup had a color that defied the menu. It was not the rich, amber broth promised by the print, nor the pale, milky stock one might expect of a winter stew. It was the color of old bone, of dried blood, of a sky just before the rain breaks. Margaret held the bowl with both hands, her knuckles white against the ceramic, feeling the heat seep through the glaze into her palms. It was a warm,...

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