The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The train smelled of wet wool and old iron. It was a gray morning, the kind that sticks to the skin. I pressed my face against the cold glass. The countryside blurred into a smear of brown and green. I was going to the clinic. I was going to see him. My hands were shaking. I held them tight in my lap. They were cold. They had always been cold since I left the village. Since I left the life that...

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