The Pale Verdict
The rain has been falling for three days, a relentless, gray static that presses against the windows of the house like a living thing trying to get in, and you are sitting in the kitchen, your hands wrapped around a mug of tea that has gone cold, watching the condensation run down the glass in long, jagged tears that mirror the fractures in your own mind, while the smell of the medicinal...
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