The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The stone church of St. Jude’s stood in the valley like a broken tooth, its spire snapped long before the current generation had learned to look up at the sky. Elias Thorne sat in the vestry, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and damp wool, listening to the silence that usually accompanied his solitude. He was a man of modest stature and even more modest ambition, a clerk who managed the...

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