The Pale Verdict
The house did not breathe. It held its breath. Margaret stood in the hallway. The plaster was cold. It pressed against her cheek. She had lived here for ten years. Ten years of silence. The silence was thick. It tasted of dust and iron. "Margaret." The voice came from the stairs. Thomas. Her husband. He wore his coat. The wool was heavy. It smelled of rain. He looked up. His eyes were dark....
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