The Pale Verdict
The brass badge lay on the kitchen table, its surface cold and unyielding under the single bulb that swung from the ceiling. It was a heavy thing, a circle of polished metal that had once reflected the faces of men and women who feared it, but now it only caught the dull light of the empty room. Captain Elias Thorne stared at it, his hands resting flat on the wood, fingers splayed as if he were...
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