The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog rolled into Oakhaven not as a weather event but as a physical weight, a grey wool blanket that strangled the chimneys of the Sterling Textile Mill and turned the cobblestone streets into slick, treacherous paths of mud and coal dust. I was forty years old, my hands permanently stained with the indigo dye that had soaked into the whorls of my fingerprints over two decades of service, and...

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