The Pale Verdict
Act I The light in the server room was the color of old blood, humming at sixty hertz. I woke with the weight of my badge pressing into my palm, a phantom ache where a severed hand should have been. I am Ursula Lehmann, thirty-four years old, and the Bureau has decided I am a traitor. The misfile was simple, a clerical error that became a verdict. I wanted to clear my name, to walk into the...
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