The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The pestle ground the dried root of valerian into a fine, grey powder, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud a steady counterpoint to the wet, rattling cough that echoed from the back room. Elias Vane, forty years old and possessed of a smile that usually smoothed over the cracks in his ledger, wiped his hands on a stained apron and glanced at the window. The light in the shop was thinning, the afternoon...

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