The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog came in from the sea. It tasted of salt and iron. Thomas stood on the porch. He watched it swallow the yard. The grass turned grey. The fenceposts vanished. He felt a cold knot in his chest. It was the same knot he had carried since the war. Since the mud. Since the sound of the whistle. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from the wind. From the fear. The fear of being seen....

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