The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The brass key is cold in your palm, heavy enough to bruise the meat of your thumb. It hangs from a leather cord that has gone stiff with age, the metal tarnished to the color of a bruise. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a constable who has spent the last six months guarding the silent halls of Blackwood Manor, a house that smells of damp wool and old blood. You want to prove that...

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