The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

I dreamed of a hand. It was my right hand, but it was made of pale bone, translucent as winter fog, and it was clenched so tight against my chest that I could feel the knuckles digging into the sternum. I woke with the smell of sulfur in my nose, sharp and acrid, cutting through the damp air of my small room in the High Court. I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked at my right...

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