The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog rolled in from the estuary, thick and gray as wet wool, swallowing the industrial spires of Blackwater until only the highest chimney stacks pierced the murk. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cramped office on the fourth floor, watching the steam rise from the harbor below, a ghostly breath against the dark water. He was a man of middling height and middling ambition, his hands...

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