The Pale Verdict
The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its seal broken, the ink already fading in the damp air of the kitchen. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb rubbing the rough, fibrous edge of the paper until it frayed. It was a notice of eviction, or rather, a final accounting of debts left by a son who had not spoken to his father in ten years. He folded the paper carefully, placing it in the breast...
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