The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The brass buttons were cold. Elias Thorne held them between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the chill seep into the bone, a sharp, biting ache that mirrored the dread settling in his gut. It was November, 1912, and the draft whistled through the gaps in the window frames of his Victorian home in Harrowgate. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant with twelve years of service, and he stood...

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