The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was ash. It fell in thick, white curtains, coating the tongue, choking the lungs. Sir Thomas Bradshaw woke with a gasp, his body thrashing against the straw, sweat cooling on his skin in the chill of the midsummer night. He was forty years old, a man whose joints had begun to ache with the damp, yet his mind was sharp, cut to a point by the fever that had kept him from sleep for three...

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