The Pale Verdict
The mist in the borderlands of the District did not rise; it seeped, a cold, grey fluid that pooled in the cracks of the cobblestones and climbed the walls of the administrative buildings like a slow, silent tide. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the glass window of the Ministry of Civil Records, his reflection ghosted and fractured by the condensation, watching the rain blur the streetlights...
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