The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The mist does not move, it waits. It has settled over the Azores for three days, a pale curtain that the locals call the Breath of the Ancestors. I am Maria Queiros, forty-two, a senior constable with one month left before my mandatory retirement. My only desire is to close the final case, the one that secures the pension Elena needs to survive the debt she inherits from our father....
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