The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine gray mist that soaked the wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s coat. He walked with his head down, shoulders hunched against the chill that seeped through the fabric. The road was a ribbon of wet clay, slick and brown, winding through the heath toward the village of Kettering. In his pocket, his fingers traced the edge of the card. It was thin,...

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