The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The basement smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat on the floor, his back against the cold concrete wall. His hands were wrapped around a ceramic mug. It was a simple thing. White glaze. A chipped rim. It held no tea. It held nothing. He had been sitting there for three hours. Outside, the rain tapped against the high, single-pane window. A rhythmic, indifferent percussion. The...

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