The Pale Verdict
The mist came in at dawn, sliding under the workshop door like a living thing. It settled on the floor, cold and grey, and Elias Thorne watched it creep toward the base of his furnace. He did not see a geological anomaly, a quirk of the coastal geology that had plagued Oakhaven for decades. He saw a verdict. He saw Julian’s betrayal made manifest, a pale fog of disloyalty that would choke the...
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