The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Order was not built of stone or steel, but of a suspended silence that hummed against the eardrums like a dying radio signal. Margaret Holloway sat at the edge of the long table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles white against the dark wool of her skirt. The air tasted of ozone and old paper. Around her, the officials of the Bureau sat in...

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