The Pale Verdict
The heavy oak doors of the Ministry of Records creaked open, revealing a corridor that stretched into a dim, amber-lit distance, and you stood at the threshold, your breath misting slightly in the cold air, feeling the weight of the years settle into your bones like wet sand. You are Elias Thorne, a man who has crossed oceans and forgotten languages, a refugee of memory who has finally been...
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