The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Thorne. The name was not a greeting but a summons, barked by the wind itself as it tore through the shingle of the roof above me. I stood alone in the center of the room, the map spread out on the table before me, its edges curling in the damp air. I was forty-two years old, and I had spent the last six years in this border town, a place that existed in the crease of two maps, belonging to...

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