The Pale Verdict
The storm broke the windowpane in the study at midnight, sending shards of glass glittering like ice across the oak floor. Twelve-year-old Thomas Bradshaw froze, the candle in his hand trembling, as the wind howled through the gap, carrying the scent of wet earth and impending death. He knew his father, Elias, was dying; the cough that rattled in the chest every hour was a bell tolling for a...
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