The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bell tower stood against the grey sky like a bone. It was hollow. I knew this because I had climbed it three times before the winter took its first true bite. I was the keeper of the records. My name is Arthur. It does not matter. What matters is the ink in my fingers and the cold in my bones. The city was dying. Not from plague, though the smell of rot hung in the air like a veil. It was...

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