The Pale Verdict
The mist rolls in from the east just as the sun dips below the ridge, a pale, cold finger tracing the edge of your property line. You stand in the yard, your hands shaking not from the chill but from the fear of what Silas Vane’s men are doing to the barn. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man who once held the gavel of the county court, now exiled to the crumbling estate of your late father,...
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