The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Elias Vane. The name was called out by a voice that sounded like gravel grinding in a dry riverbed, and the boy froze in the queue of men waiting for their weekly pay. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with fingers that were always stained a faint, permanent grey from handling the cotton waste. The mill, a sprawling beast of brick and iron that dominated the valley of Calder, did not...

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