The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and damp wool. It was the annual harvest feast of Mill Creek, a town that had long since stopped being a mill but kept the name out of a stubborn, industrial habit. The air was thick, a physical weight against the skin. Clinking glasses and low, rolling laughter filled the high-ceased room. In the corner, near the heavy oak door that served as the exit...

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