The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream had no color, only a heavy, suffocating grey that pressed against Thomas Whitmore’s eyelids like wet wool. In the dream, he was standing in the courtyard of the Abbey, but the stone was breathing. The flagstones expanded and contracted with a slow, rhythmic pulse, and the moss that grew in the cracks was not green but a pale, sickly white, like the skin of a corpse left too long in...

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