The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was still wet on the parchment. I could smell the iron gall, that sharp, astringent scent that clung to the fingers for days. It was the smell of finality. "You signed it," said Elias. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the grey rain of London streaked the glass in frantic, vertical lines. "You signed your own death, Thomas." I looked down at the parchment. My name...

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