The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was always the same. It began in the dark, a cold, wet darkness that smelled of iron and old rain, and then the hands came. They were not violent, not at first. They were firm, possessive, closing around her throat with the slow, inexorable pressure of a vice. Elara Vance woke with a gasp, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The room was grey with the early light...

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