The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The iron rain did not fall from the sky so much as it exhaled from the lungs of the city. It was a thick, greasy drizzle that coated the cobblestones of the Iron District in a film of soot, turning the world into a watercolor left out in the storm. I stood at the threshold of the Guild Hall, my hands still damp from the wash. The water had been hot, scalding, the kind that blisters the skin...

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