The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wind did not blow in Millhaven; it screamed. It tore through the high moors that bordered the village, a sound like the tearing of wet linen, and it carried with it the scent of rot and ozone. Elara Vance stood on the ridge, her cloak whipping violently around her legs, her hands raised not in defense but in surrender. Below her, the valley lay shrouded in a fog so thick it seemed solid, a...

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