The Pale Verdict
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the old town square into a dark, glistening mirror, reflecting the neon bleed of the city’s modernity against the grey stone of the courthouse where I stood. I am Elias Thorne, a man who has spent the last three decades chasing the scent of truth through the dusty archives of history, and on this particular Tuesday, I was waiting for the verdict that...
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