The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The clock stood in the corner. It was old. Oak. Heavy. Its face was cracked. A spider web hung in the twelve. Silas sat. He did not move. His back was against the wall. The wood groaned. He listened. The tick was slow. Too slow. Like a heart giving up. Silas was not a man. Not entirely. He was a thing made of time. A creature of seconds. In the village of Oakhaven, they knew. They whispered....

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