The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The cellar air tasted of wet oak and rot, a sharp, acidic bite that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He stood before the copper still, his hands resting on the cold metal, watching the steam curl and dissipate in the dim light. Across from him, Julian paced, his shoes scuffing against the damp stone floor, a sound that grated against the silence like a file on bone. "You’re killing us,...

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