The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The tincture smelled of burnt iron and regret, a scent that clung to the back of my throat long after the glass was emptied. I stirred the mixture with a wooden spoon, the liquid turning a murky, opaque brown in the dim light of the apothecary, while Luca watched me from the corner, his eyes wide with a pity that felt like a slap. He was a sharp-eyed boy, barely sixteen, but in the quiet of...

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