The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the district. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the door, his umbrella dripping onto the threshold, a steady, rhythmic tapping that seemed to mark the time. He was not a large man, but he carried himself with the heavy, deliberate slowness of someone who had...

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