The Pale Verdict
The chisel struck the vein of quartz with a sound like a bone snapping. It was a sharp, dry fracture that echoed through the hollowed-out barn, vibrating in the teeth of Elias Thorne before he could pull the tool back. He did not flinch. He had learned long ago that pain was merely a notification, a signal from the body that the mind had already accepted. His hands were steady, calloused into a...
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