The Pale Verdict
The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey veil over the city. A shroud for the living. Elias stood in the hall. Alone. The air was thick. Heavy with damp and dust. The smell of old paper. And sweat. He was not afraid. Not yet. Fear comes later. After the silence breaks. He held the file. Thin. Pale. A verdict waiting. The Court of Records. Not a place. A weight. It pressed on his chest. A stone in...
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