The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall. It fell sideways, a cold, gray sheet that turned the street into a river of mud and broken glass. Elias Thorne stood in the middle of it, his coat soaked through, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that was not a sword. It was a long, iron-tipped cane. He had been holding it for three days. He had been walking for three days. Across the street, under...

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