The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The boiler coughed. It was a wet, rattling sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the attic. I sat on the cold floorboards, my knees drawn up to my chest. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Below me, the house groaned under the weight of the snow. I was ten years old. My name was Arthur. I had a pocket full of copper pennies and a heart full of fear. The object sat on the table...

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