The Pale Verdict
The coat hangs on the hook. It is wool. Heavy. Dark blue. It has been there for three years. You do not touch it. You walk past it. It is always there. It is the only thing in the room that does not change. You are a man of words. You write for the journal. You analyze the data. You sit at the desk. The desk is wood. The wood is worn smooth. You have spent your life here. You have spent your...
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