The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

"You’re late, Silas," the voice said from the shadows, low and gravelly, like stones tumbling in a dry creek bed. "The tea has gone cold. And the men are restless." I stepped into the light of the single gas lamp that hung above the table, its flame sputtering in the drafty air of the abandoned textile mill. The year was 1893, and the city of Ashford was a place where the fog clung to the...

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