The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The plaster crumbled into my hand like dry ash. I tasted it. It was chalk and lime, but in the dim light of the ward, it looked like the pale, tender meat of a forearm. Thomas sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on the wall, his lips moving silently. I was thirty-two years old, and I had not slept in three days. My want was simple, a concrete thing I could hold in my fist: I needed the permanent...

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