The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The flour dust hangs in the air like a suspended snowfall, thick and white. You breathe it in. It coats the back of your throat, a fine, chalky film. The cellar is small. The walls are stone, cold to the touch, weeping with dampness that smells of rot and earth. You are alone here. You have always been alone here, even when you were above, even when the shop was full. Now, with the chains...

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