The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The train did not smell of coffee or damp wool, as I had been told it would. It smelled of ozone and old blood. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the blurred countryside of Ohio streak by in streaks of gray and rust. I was an exile, though I had not crossed a border. I had only crossed a line in the office of the Department of Ethical Compliance, a line so thin it was...

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