The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

I woke with the taste of copper and old wool in my mouth. The dream was still clinging to me, a wet shroud. I was back in the trench. The mud was sucking at my boots. I could hear the whistle. It was not a bird. It was the air tearing. I blinked. The ceiling was white. Fluorescent. Humming. I was in the office. My desk was a slab of polished oak. Cold. Hard. Like a grave. I looked down at my...

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