The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The splinter bit into my thumb, a thin red line of pain that cut through the fog of the dream. I was still shaking, the tremor in my hands matching the rhythm of the bells that had rung all night, though the tower was silent now. The stained glass from the town hall window lay in my mind’s eye, a mosaic of broken saints and fractured saints, falling in a slow, colorful rain. I am Thomas...

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