The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain of mist that swallowed the stones of the bridge. Silas stood at the edge. The wood was slick. Cold bit into his palms. He looked at the water. It moved slow. Too slow. Like honey. Like time. "Captain." The voice was thin. Wet. It came from behind him. Silas did not turn. He knew the voice. He knew the weight of the sword at the man’s hip. He knew...

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