The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was not a dream of flight, nor of fire, but of stone. It was the smell of wet mortar and the sound of a trowel scraping against limestone, a rhythmic, dry scrape that echoed in the hollow of the skull. Thomas Wren woke with the taste of chalk dust on his tongue, his body heavy as if he had been buried in quicksand. He lay in the narrow bed, the sheets tangled around his ankles,...

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