The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The soup was cold, a thick, gray sludge of turnips and mutton that had sat on the table for hours, yet I could not bring myself to throw it away. It sat in the ceramic bowl, a stubborn, pale mound that mirrored the face of the man I had killed, or perhaps the face of the man I was becoming. I am Captain Elias Thorne, and this is the record of the last winter I spent in the Blackwood Ridge, a...

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