The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream came not as a vision but as a sensation, a heavy, wet weight settling into the marrow of my bones before my eyes ever opened to the gray, mist-choked dawn. I was not in my bed, nor in the cold stone floor of the guardhouse, but somewhere in the center of a silence so profound it had texture, thick and suffocating like wool. In this waking-sleep, I felt the phantom ache in my left...

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