The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The coat was grey. Not the grey of stone, nor the grey of ash. It was the grey of a bruise healing. It hung on the hook by the door, waiting. I did not put it on. I could not. The town of Blackwood was a place of iron and steam. The smoke from the mills sat low, a thick yellow blanket that never lifted. We breathed it. We tasted it. It stuck to our teeth and settled in our lungs. We were a...

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