The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The coat hung in the doorway. It was a heavy thing, woolen, dark grey, smelling of damp earth and old smoke. Elias touched the hem. The fabric was cold. It had been his for twenty years. He had worn it through the frost in Ohio and the heat in the city. Now it was gone. Not stolen. Just empty. The hanger was bare. A single loop of wire. He stood there. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The wind...

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