The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fire started in the straw. It was a small flame. Blue at the base. It licked the hem of the grey wool dress. Marianne did not move. She stood in the center of the parlor. The chair was overturned. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light from the high window. The house was old. The beams groaned. They had always groaned. The village had been quiet. Too quiet. The smoke rose. It curled around...

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