The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain against the single pane of glass in my office was not a sound, but a texture, a persistent, wet friction that seemed to grind against the bones of the building, a reminder that the city outside was indifferent to the quiet disintegration of my life within these four walls. I sat at the desk, the wood scarred by years of coffee rings and eraser shavings, my fingers wrapped tightly...

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