The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Mara held the compass. It was warm. Not from the sun, which was already dipping below the jagged teeth of the ridge, but from her own hand. The brass was worn smooth where her thumb had rubbed it for years. She had polished it with her sleeve until the engravings blurred. She did not need the needle. She knew the way. Or she thought she did. The wind bit through her coat. It was a dry, scraping...

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