The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog in London did not merely obscure; it swallowed. It was a thick, wet wool that wrapped around the gas lamps, dimming their orange glow to a sickly, bruised yellow. I sat on the cold stone steps of St. Jude’s, my hands clasped tightly over my left hand. The fingers were pale, almost translucent in the grey light, and the skin felt tight, as if the bone beneath was trying to push through....

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