The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the water in the cisterns of the old asylum was beginning to taste of rust and forgotten things. I stood by the window of my ward, the glass cold against my forehead, watching the grey sludge of the garden churn. Here, in the quiet of Ward 4, we did not speak of ghosts, though we were all of them, in a manner of speaking. We were the forgotten, the...

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