The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Thorne, the clerk shouted, his voice cracking like a dry branch under a heavy boot. I stood in the rain, the water running off the eaves of the magistrate’s office in thick, cold ropes that plastered my coat to my skin. I clutched the silver brooch in my right hand, the metal biting into my palm, a cold weight against the heat of my trembling fingers. I wanted the expulsion of my daughter,...

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