The Pale Verdict
You wake in the dark, not with a start, but with a settling. The air is thick, tasting of iron and wet stone. You are in the Undercroft. It is a place that exists only in the margin of the village, beneath the floorboards of the old mill, a space the living ignore and the dead inhabit. You are Margaret, and you have come here to die, though you do not yet know it. You are holding the stone. It...
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