The Pale Verdict
The rain fell upon the shingle of the cliff edge with a sound like the grinding of ancient bones, a ceaseless, rhythmic abrasion that seeped into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne, who stood alone in the grey expanse of the harbor town, his uniform damp and clinging to his frame like a second skin, a second life that had long since shed its humanity for the sake of order, and in his hands,...
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