The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the cellar still smelled of wet stone and old iron. You sat on the cold flagstones, your back against the rough wall, listening to the drip of condensation from the beams above. It was a rhythmic, lonely sound. You closed your eyes and let the dark press against your eyelids until it became a presence, a heavy hand on your chest. You were waiting for the...

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