The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Open it, Elias. The voice came from the fog, flat and familiar, wearing my own timbre. I tightened my grip on the iron baton, the cold metal biting into the calluses of my palm. The northern gate stood before me, a jagged mouth of granite under a sky the color of wet slate. I was thirty-two years old, and I had twelve hours until the solstice, which was twelve hours until the debt collectors...

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