The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The gavel did not strike wood. It struck the air, a sharp, wet crack that split the silence of the High Court like a bone breaking in a quiet room. I sat at the defense table, my hands folded in my lap, feeling the cool sweat of my palms seep into the rough wool of my trousers. The judge, a man with a face like carved granite and eyes that held the cold precision of a jeweler’s loupe, leaned...

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