The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bell rang. It was a dull, bronze sound. "Your time is up," said the Warden. His voice was dry. Like dead leaves. Thomas looked at the clock. The second hand ticked. It moved slow. Then fast. "I am not done," Thomas said. He held the quill. His hand shook. The ink was black. It was wet. "The rule is the rule," the Warden said. He stood tall. His coat was gray. It was clean. Thomas looked...

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