The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The silver was cold in my hands, colder than the winter air that seeped through the cracks in the cottage door. I counted the pieces on the table: three large shards, seven smaller fragments, and a sliver no bigger than a fingernail. Twelve years old, I was, and I had a task before the solstice. My father had broken the locket in his fit of rage three days prior, smashing it against the...

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