The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The boy dreamed of ink. It was not black. It was blue. A deep, bruised blue that smelled of iron and rain. In the dream, he held a pen. The nib was sharp. It bit into his palm. He did not pull away. He wrote his name. The letters bled. They turned into birds. They flew up. They did not come down. He woke. The room was cold. The air tasted of coal dust. Outside, the trains were already moving....

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