The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that turned the cobblestones of the market square into mirrors of the grey, unending sky. In the center of this wet, reflective stage stood Captain Elias Thorne, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to reject the dampness around him, his hands clasped behind his back with a rigidity that spoke not of discipline, but...

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