The Pale Verdict
The bell tolled. It was a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the chapel. I stood at the altar, holding the Verdict. It was not a scroll. It was a stone. Pale, cold, and unyielding. The congregation watched. They waited. I had sought the truth of the plague that had eaten our town, the sickness that had taken the children first. I had traced the source. I had found the...
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