The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wool is torn. You know it. You have known it since the first scratch. It happens in the dark. It happens when the world holds its breath. You are holding the coat. You are always holding the coat. It is not your coat. It is his. The town of Oakhaven sleeps. It is a sleep of stone and silence. The rain has stopped. The air is cold. It bites the skin. You stand in the square. The cobblestones...

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