The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

You arrive by rail. The locomotive coughs steam into the grey morning, a mechanical lung clearing its throat. You step down onto the platform, your boots clicking against the wet stone. The air tastes of coal dust and wet wool. It is a taste you know well. It is the taste of duty. You are a man of the law. You wear the uniform of the state, tailored to hide the tremor in your hands. Your name...

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