The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain fell on the slate roof of the manor. It was a steady, gray sheet. Thomas walked the long corridor. His shoes made no sound. The wood was old. It creaked only when the wind pushed it. He was not the master. He was the guest. Or perhaps the judge. The air smelled of damp stone and dried lavender. The house had stood for three hundred years. It did not move. It did not rot. It simply was....

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