The Pale Verdict
The letter from the City Council lay on the kitchen table, its white paper stark against the dark wood grain, and Elias Thorne stared at it until the ink seemed to blur into a smear of grey, his hands trembling not from fear but from the cold weight of the finality it represented, for inside that envelope was the explicit demand that he cease all séances, the threat of fines, and the quiet,...
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