The Pale Verdict
The dream began not with sound, but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, silken drapery settling over the shoulders of Lady Elara Vance as she stood in the center of a room that was simultaneously her own bedchamber and the vast, echoing nave of the ancient cathedral she had never been permitted to enter. In the vision, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, and the light...
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