The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog is thick. It eats the light. I am bleeding. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a reader of the air. A seer. That is the job. The title is old. The work is new. I stand on the roof of the Grey Tower. The city sleeps below. It does not sleep. It waits. The wind hits me. It is cold. It is wet. It tastes of iron. "You are late," I say. I do not look up. I look at the sky. The sky is a bruise....

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