The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain in London did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain of mist that blurred the edges of the world until the cobblestones became mirrors and the gas lamps swam in halos of amber. You stood on the corner of Whitehall, your coat heavy with damp, your hands clenched at your sides until the knuckles whitened. You were a man of the Crown, a keeper of the peace in a city that had forgotten the...

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