The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain against the windowpane was not a sound but a presence, a wet, grey hand pressing against the glass, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and dying leaves. You stand in the center of the hall, your boots still muddy from the yard, the weight of your service pressing down on your shoulders with the same heavy, damp consistency as the weather. The house is old, the kind of...

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