The Pale Verdict
The desk is heavy. You know this. You have moved it many times. The wood is oak. It smells of polish and dust. You are the Chief of Staff. This is your office. Or rather, it is the room where you sit. The title is a label. The label is wrong. You look at the mirror. It is on the wall. It is not a mirror. It is a window. Or it was. Now it reflects. The glass is cold. You touch it. Your finger...
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