The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The white heron was a thing of fragile, wet architecture, its neck twisted at an angle that spoke of broken bone and trapped breath. Elias Thorne held it in his gloved hands, the bird’s heartbeat a frantic, bird-like thudding against his palms, a sound that seemed to drown out the low, persistent moan of the wind moving through the shattered poplars of the French countryside. He was a sergeant...

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