The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was still wet when the fever took your hands. You were mid-stroke. The quill trembled in your grip. A single line of script had just appeared on the vellum. It read: The debt is paid. You stared at it. The letters seemed to float. They did not move. They were solid. They were real. The room was cold. The fire had died an hour ago. Outside, the wind howled against the windowpanes of the...

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