The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The shrapnel took the left shoulder of the nave, and with it, the silence I had spent twenty years building. I was forty-two, and I was on my knees in the wet dust of the floor, my hands slick with the red of my own cut palm. The air tasted of pulverized limestone and cordite. I had wanted to finish the roof before the freeze, to seal the chapel against the winter wind, but the war had decided...

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