The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The oak branch was dry, brittle as a bird’s bone, and Elias Thorne held it in his left hand so tightly that the wood splintered against his palm. He stood in the mud of the Somme, the year 1892 having long since passed into a blur of rain and iron, his face a mask of grey dirt and dried blood. The light was failing, the sun a bruised yellow disc sinking behind a wall of smoke, and the air...

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