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 curtain of grey water that turned the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude’s into a weeping face. Inside the scriptorium, the air was thick with the scent of oak gall ink, crushed lavender, and the slow, sweet decay of parchment. Brother Julian sat hunched over his desk, his quill hovering above the vellum, trembling not from...

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