The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised, purple sky, a heavy, wet sigh that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged, neon bleeding of the city above. I stood at the threshold of the Ashworth Estate, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a biting, arctic thing that seemed to seep through the soles of my boots...

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