The Pale Verdict
The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the old lane when Elias Thorne arrived in the village of Oakhaven, a place that seemed to have been forgotten by the turning of centuries. He carried little with him, only a heavy leather satchel that clinked softly with the weight of scales and ledgers, and a coat that had seen better decades. The air was thin and sharp, carrying the scent...
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