The Pale Verdict
The conference room smelled of ozone and stale coffee. It was a smell that clung to the wool of Edward’s suit, a phantom scent that refused to dissipate even after he had changed into his work clothes three hours ago. Outside, the November rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Meridian Logistics headquarters, blurring the city into a smear of gray and neon. Inside, the air was...
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