The Pale Verdict
The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of wet slate and ozone, a pungent, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to dissipate despite the frantic, ragged breathing that tore at my lungs as I scrambled over the jagged, obsidian-like rocks that formed the floor of this subterranean abyss, where the only light was the sickly, pulsating green bioluminescence of the...
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