The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The heavy crystal goblet sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, its rim pressing a white crescent into his skin. He held it steady, a monument to his own control, while the chandelier above cast a fractured, golden web across the dining room. It was 1893, and the air in the house was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the expensive perfume of the industrialist’s wife, who was laughing too loudly...

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