The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was still wet on the form when Arthur Penhaligon noticed the line. It was a thin, white scratch across the blotter, cutting through the grain of the wood like a scar. He rubbed his thumb over it, but the mark did not smudge. It was not ink. It was the absence of something. Arthur looked up. The office smelled of stale tobacco and the damp wool of coats drying on the hooks. Outside, the...

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