The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain hammered the leaded glass of the Inquisitor’s office. Elias Thorne did not look up. He held the quill. The ink bled into the parchment. "Read it again," he said. His voice was dry. Like sand. Margaret stood by the door. She was his sister. She was small. She was trembling. "Must I?" she asked. "Yes." Elias waited. The clock on the wall ticked. The sound was sharp. It cut the air....

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