The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fog did not smell of rot, as one might expect of a thing that eats the soul; it smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a domestic scent that made the horror easier to swallow. I am writing this in the margin of my official report, the ink still wet, my hand trembling not from the cold but from the weight of what I have done. My name is Elias Thorne, Constable of Millhaven, and I have served...

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