The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a ceiling of leaden gray, a relentless, cold hand slapping the cobblestones of the narrow street until the water stood in thick, oily puddles that reflected the gas lamps in fractured, trembling halos, and I stood in the center of this wet, weeping square, my uniform damp and heavy against my skin, feeling the cold seep into the marrow...

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