The Pale Verdict
The train to the north coast cut through a fog so thick it seemed to possess a physical weight, pressing against the windows of the carriage like a living thing seeking entry. Elias Thorne, twelve years old and dressed in a coat that was slightly too large for his thinning frame, sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, clutching a single envelope sealed with black wax. The paper was heavy,...
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