The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog sits thick on the harbor. It is a white wall. It erases the line where water meets sky. You stand at the railing. Your uniform is dry. It is crisp. It smells of starch and iron. You are Senior Warden Elias Thorne. You have served here for twenty years. The stone of the institution is cold under your hand. It wears away. Grain by grain. Year by year. The mortar cracks. The paint peels....

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