The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ledger showed three hundred and twelve hours of labor, each entry a small, sharp incision in the paper. I counted them again, my breath misting in the cold air of the Exchange hall, where the light from the gas lamps hung low and yellow, thick as honey. I was forty years old, and my hands, once steady enough to carve the face of a saint from a block of limestone, now trembled with a fatigue...

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