The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Renard Arceneaux wiped the grease from his hands on a rag that had long since lost its color, the reclamation yard behind him a graveyard of rusted engines. He was thirty years old, and the cold of the first real dark of autumn was already seeping into his bones, a dampness that no coat could hold back. He needed to clear his name, or at least the debt that hung over it like a guillotine blade....

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