The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was not a dream, but a corridor of breathless, wet stone, where the air tasted of copper and old rain. I stood at the end of it, holding a lantern that had no flame, only a cold, white light that seemed to seep out of the glass itself, illuminating nothing but the dust motes dancing in my own peripheral vision. This was the Hall of the Unspoken, a place I had entered as a boy and...

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