The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mud in the trench did not smell of earth or rain, but of old copper and wet wool, a cloying, metallic tang that coated the back of Silas Thorne’s throat as he hauled the heavy, rusted iron gate of the drainage culvert upward with a groan that seemed to come from the bones of the valley itself. He was not fighting an enemy soldier in that moment, though his hands were slick with the same...

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