The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog in the city did not lift. It settled. It pressed against the windows of the old hospital like a wet, grey hand. You stood by the bed. Your uniform was stiff. The brass buttons caught the dim light. They looked like dead eyes. You had worn this coat for ten years. It smelled of iron and old sweat. Now it smelled of rot. The boy lay still. His chest did not rise. The monitors beeped. A...

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