The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung. It was a suspended grey curtain, a mist that smelled of wet slate and old iron, clinging to the cobblestones of the square where the Watchmen kept their vigil. Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the Garrison, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen the light of day in three days. He was a man carved from the same hard,...

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