The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The cellar was warm, smelling of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, but it was the sound that undid you. It was a low, rhythmic scraping, like a claw dragging across limestone, echoing in the dark below the station house where you sat with your boots off, trying to find your feet again. You were Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw, or at least the badge on your chest said you were, though...

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