The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray veil that erased the boundary between the stone floor of the scriptorium and the wet earth beyond the high, narrow windows. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of oak gall ink, dried lavender, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Brother Elias sat at the heavy oak table, his back straight as a ruler, his hands resting flat on...

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