The Pale Verdict
Chapter One “You have twelve years of service, Rabia, and yet you still do not know how to file a report,” the inspector said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the linoleum of the outpost’s command center. Rabia Siddiqui stood rigid, her hands clasped behind her back, feeling the rough texture of her duty belt cut into her waist. She was thirty-four years old, a border constable...
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