The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain smells of iron. You wake. Not to light. To weight. Your head throbs. A dull, rhythmic hammering. Like a mallet on a wet stone. You are lying in the mud. The city looms above. Tall. Grey. Indifferent. The spires of St. Jude’s pierce the low, bruised sky. It is a city of stone and silence. A city that has forgotten how to speak. You stand up. Your knees shake. You are the Warden. The...

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