The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain came down like a curtain of grey lead. It hammered against the slate roof of the manor. Inside, the air was still. It smelled of old dust and wet stone. Elias stood by the window. He held a small wooden box. It was carved with vines. The wood was dark. It had been polished by many hands. He turned it over. His thumb traced the grain. The box was light. Too light. He was a clockmaker....

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