The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bell in the tower cracked before the fire started. It was a thin, sharp sound. It split the morning air like a stone hitting glass. Thomas Ashworth stood in the doorway of the village hall. He held a ledger in his hands. The cover was worn. The spine was soft. It smelled of dust and old wax. He was the village clerk. He was also the inquisitor. The fire had begun in the bakery. It had...

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