The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wool market at San Sebastian moved with the weight of wet sheep, a grey tide of fleece and sweat that smelled of lanolin and old rain. Antonio Valdes stood at the edge of the quay, his boots caked in mud from the hills, watching the graders sort the bales under the low, pressing sky. He was thirty-two, and his hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the ink that had stained his...

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