The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the color from the heath. Elara stood by the window of the moving car, watching the landscape blur into a grey smear. Beside her, her daughter, Sophie, held the small, pale bird. It was a starling, or perhaps a wren, though its feathers were matted with mud and blood. It did not sing. It did not fly. It only breathed, a faint, rattling sound...

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