The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron. Caleb stood in the hallway of the house his father had left. It was a large house, built of stone that had weathered to the color of old bone. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He was a soldier. He had been a soldier for twenty years. His body knew the weight of a rifle, the tension of a trigger, the specific silence that falls before...

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