The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Oscar Fontenot was on his knees in the muck of the courtyard, scrubbing the blood from his knuckles with a rag that smelled of diesel and old sweat, when Captain Vane stepped out onto the porch and looked down at him like a man inspecting a broken tool. The rain in the valley was cold, a physical weight that soaked through Oscar’s shirt and settled in his joints, a dampness that Elise’s lungs...

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