The Pale Verdict
Thorne, you are a madman, and I have no further patience for your delusions. Lord Blackwood’s voice did not rise; it dropped, a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the very plaster of the library walls, a sound so dry and absolute that it made the air in the room feel suddenly thin and difficult to breathe. Elias Thorne stood by the fireplace, his fingers still white-knuckled around...
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