The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey mist that clung to the wool of Aldous Thorne’s cloak and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He sat alone in the small, damp stone room above the tanner’s shop, the silence broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water from the eaves and the faint, persistent ache in his left knee. In his hands, he held the sword. It was an old...

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