The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was not of flight, but of dissolution. I stood in a room made entirely of glass, the walls trembling with the vibration of a city I could not name. Outside, the lights of London did not shine; they leaked, a pale, viscous fluid that seeped through the panes and pooled at my feet. I tried to wipe it away, but the fluid was cold and heavy, smelling of ozone and old iron. In my hands, I...

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