The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was always the same. It started with the taste of copper on the tongue. Then the sound. A wet, heavy crack, like a knuckle breaking, or a branch snapping under a boot. In the dream, the thing was white. It was round and smooth and it filled the whole room. It was a pill, or an egg, or a moon. When it broke, the fragments did not fall. They hovered. They suspended in the air, glowing...

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