The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream always began with the smell of ink and rot. You were standing before a ledger of impossible height, the parchment blackened by damp, and a figure without a face moved through the pages, erasing names with a thumb that looked like wet clay. In the dream, you reached out to stop it, but your hand passed through the paper, and the figure did not turn to look at you. It never did. You...

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