The Pale Verdict
The bell rang. It was not a sound; it was a weight. It sat in the hollow of Elias’s chest, heavy as a stone dropped into a deep well. The city of Oakhaven did not sleep. It hummed. It breathed in the soot of a thousand fires and exhaled the grey fog that clung to the cobblestones like a lover who would not let go. Elias walked. His boots clicked. Click. Click. Click. The rhythm was a metronome...
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