The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall smelled of stale beer and wet wool. It was a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Silas Vane stood by the bar, his hands resting on the polished wood. He did not drink. He watched. The air was thick with the chatter of the town, a low hum of industry and exhaustion. These were men who built the rail lines. Men who hauled iron. They were solid. They were tired. And...

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