The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

March 12, 1924. The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurs the boundary between the cobblestones of the town square and the muddy ditch where the willow stands. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle, my hands steady enough to hold the pen but trembling too much to sign my name with the usual flourish. I am forty-two years old, and for the first time...

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