The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream is always the same, a static hum that tastes of copper and cold iron. You are standing in the cell block, but the walls are breathing, expanding and contracting with a slow, wet rhythm. The lights flicker, not with electricity, but with the pulse of something vast and indifferent. You wake with your hand clamped against the nightstand, the wood splintering slightly under the pressure...

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