The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain hits the pavement in a staccato rhythm. It sounds like applause. You stand under the awning of the closed diner. The sign flickers. Buzz. Dark. Buzz. Your uniform is dry. The wool is heavy. It presses against your shoulders. You are still. Inside the diner, the light is yellow. It is warm. It smells of burnt sugar and old coffee. You know the scent. You have known it for ten years. You...

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