The Pale Verdict
The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and wet stone. Elias Vane stood in the center of the study, his hand trembling slightly as he held the vial. The liquid inside was clear, almost beautiful, like captured light. It was the last of the batch. The last of the evidence. "You look pale, Elias," said Arthur. Arthur sat in the wingback chair, a glass of brandy untouched on the...
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