The Pale Verdict
The scale in the pharmacy hummed, a low, electric drone that Elias Thorne had heard for twenty years. He weighed out two grams of sodium bicarbonate, the white powder falling in a steady, granular stream, each grain a small, distinct unit of his professional life. Forty-two years old, he thought, counting the seconds between the hums of the machine. It was a rhythm that kept the world orderly,...
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