The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wind off the moor did not howl; it whispered with a dry, papery rustle, like the turning of pages in a library where no one was left to read. Arthur Penhaligon walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose knees had begun to argue with his will, his hand resting on the iron gate of the estate that had once been the center of his world and was now merely a coordinate on a map. He was...

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