The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The clock in the tower did not tick; it breathed. It was a slow, wet inhalation that sucked the warmth from the stone walls of the Guildhall, followed by a long, shuddering exhalation that fogged the windows. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished grain, watching the condensation slide down the glass like tears that had no source. He was a man of...

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