The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bus slows. You step off. The gravel crunches under your shoes. It is a sound you know well. You are back in Millhaven. The air smells of wet pine and exhaust. It is late autumn. The light is thin. You carry a small bag. Inside, it holds a single object. It is a wooden stamp. It is worn smooth. The letters are barely visible. It is the mark of your father. It is the mark of the town clerk....

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