The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The porcelain plate is in your hands, and it is whole, and you are walking through the heather on the edge of the moor where the wind comes in from the sea and tastes of salt and iron and the cold, wet rot of last autumn’s leaves, and you are holding it up against the gray, bruised sky as if it were a shield, or perhaps a mirror, or perhaps just a piece of your own self that you have broken off...

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