The Pale Verdict
The rain hit the cobblestones of Millhaven with a rhythmic, wet slap. It had been falling for three days. The mist clung to the walls of the watchtower. Elias stood by the window. His hands rested on the sill. They were steady. They were always steady. "Is it done?" asked the voice in the dark. Elias did not turn. "The paperwork is filed. The seal is broken. The chain is loose." "Loose?"...
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