The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The blood on the floor was red. It pooled beneath the oak table. My hands were slick. I held the knife. The handle was wood. It smelled of pine. My father stood there. He did not breathe. He looked at the blade. He looked at me. His eyes were wide. They were pale. They were empty. I dropped the knife. It clattered on the stone. The sound was loud. The house was silent. The rain hit the windows....

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