The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the soot-stained brick of the city. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that pressed against the windows of the world until they groaned. Inside the workshop, the air was thick with the smell of heated pine and the metallic tang of fresh copper. Silas Thorne stood before his workbench, his hands...

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