The Pale Verdict
The rain fell in thin, persistent sheets, blurring the edge of the road where the black asphalt met the wet gravel. Elias Vance walked. His boots were heavy, soaked through to the skin, but he did not stop. He carried nothing but the coat. It was a long thing, woolen, dark green, fraying at the cuffs and hem. It had belonged to his father. Then to Elias. Now, it was merely a coat, heavy with...
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