The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that turned the cobblestones of the harbor district into slick mirrors of your own fractured reflection. You stood at the edge of the pier, the damp wool of your tunic clinging to your spine, the heavy brass buttons cold against the feverish heat of your skin. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had begun to...

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