The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The blood from your nose is hot and metallic, tasting of copper and old pennies, and it drips onto the muddy ground of the Monongahela riverbank as you swing your right fist, only to have it caught in the iron grip of a man whose face is a blur of rage and snot. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your knuckles are split, your ribs aching from the last blow, but your eyes are fixed...

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