The Pale Verdict
The fever dream began with the sound of shattering glass, a crystalline shriek that tore through the silence of the attic room. In the dream, Julian Thorne stood in the center of a vast, white void, his hands raised as if he had just thrown the window open. The air was thin and cold, biting at his skin, and the light was so intense it felt less like illumination and more like a physical weight...
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