The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Théophile Guidry had not slept in three days, and the humidity of the bayou had swollen the door of his office until it would no longer close, leaving a gap through which the air moved with the weight of wet wool. He stood before the desk, where the forms in triplicate lay stacked, their edges soft and frayed from the heat, and he felt the cold sensation begin on the left side of...
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