The Pale Verdict
The wool had frayed at the cuff, revealing a threadbare white core beneath the deep navy. It was a detail I had noticed a thousand times, yet today, holding the jacket in my hands in the pale morning light, it looked like a wound that would not close. "You are certain this is the one?" Eleanor asked. Her voice was quiet, stripped of its usual warmth, as if the air in the kitchen had grown too...
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