The Pale Verdict
The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet dust and iron. Elias stood by the open window of the suite, watching the city lights blur into smears of gold and gray. He was a man who had left his name behind in a small town in Ohio, trading it for a title that felt too heavy for his shoulders. Now, in this glass tower on the other side of the Atlantic, he was no one. He was only the man...
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