The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The champagne tasted of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood in the center of the Grand Hall, watching Director Halloway raise his glass. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a night-shift archivist with ink permanently stained into the whorls of your fingerprints, and you needed this position. You needed the permanent post to pay off Clara’s...

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