The Pale Verdict
The jade pendant sat against my sternum, a cold stone against the wool of my shirt. It was cracked, a fine fracture running through its pale green heart, but I polished it every night. The light caught the flaw, turning it into a vein of white. I needed the promotion. I needed the salary increase to pay the debts left by Margaret’s illness, debts that bled from my accounts like ink from a wet...
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