The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The air tasted of copper and old dust. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands resting on your knees. They were steady. They had to be steady. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters of the mill, a low, mournful sound that seemed to come from the bones of the house itself. You looked at her. She was asleep. Her breathing was shallow, a tiny, rhythmic thing that you could hear over the...

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