The Pale Verdict
The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, sentient grey mist that clung to the iron spires and the soot-blackened brickwork of the industrial district, dissolving the boundary between the physical world and the spectral haze that perpetually hovered above the cobblestones. Elias Thorne sat in the small, windowless office that served as his station...
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