The Pale Verdict
The cellar smelled of damp earth and yeast. It was a thick, living scent. It clung to the skin. It coated the throat. Elias stood still. He was a man of few words. He was a man of many years. His hair was white. His hands were rough. They shook slightly. Not from cold. The air was warm. It was thick. He held a small glass vial. Inside, the liquid was pale. It glowed softly. A faint, blue light....
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