The Pale Verdict
The bell tolled. It was a dull, heavy sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Silas stood at the foot of the bed. He did not move. He did not breathe. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of lavender and rot. His mother lay in the center. She was small. She looked like a dried leaf. Her skin was pale. It was translucent. He could see the blue veins beneath. They pulsed. Slowly. Weakly....
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