The Pale Verdict
The rain had not stopped in three days, a gray, persistent sheet that turned the gravel path into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and I found myself walking without a clear sense of direction, only the heavy, rhythmic thud of my boots against the earth, while the wind tore at the hem of my coat and whispered things I could not quite understand, though I knew, with a certainty that settled...
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