The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine. It was a heavy, cloying scent that hung in the air like a shroud. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the room. He watched the officers laugh. Their faces were illuminated by the chandelier’s cold light. He held his cup. It was crystal. Thin. Precarious. Inside, the red liquid trembled. Not from the wind. There was no wind...

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