The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The river had turned the color of old blood by the time the ferry cut through the mist, its engine coughing a rhythm that sounded less like machinery and more like a dying lung. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the prow, his hands white-knuckled against the cold iron railing, watching the town of Oakhaven emerge from the gray veil. It was a place of stone and shadow, a medieval knot of towers and...

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