The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was of a river. It was not a wide river, nor was it deep, but it moved with a slow, muscular persistence. The water was the color of old pewter, opaque and cold. Elias stood on the bank. He was wearing his work clothes, the leather apron stained dark with years of use, but in the dream, the stains were white. They were white as bone, white as the ash of a burned letter. He reached...

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