The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain fell in sheets of grey water, blurring the edges of the city into a watercolor smear. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his umbrella tilted against the wind. It was a good umbrella. Black, heavy, built to last. He held it with a grip that suggested he was holding onto the last solid thing in a dissolving world. The office was three blocks north. A glass tower. Cold....

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