The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The chair was empty, as it always was in the dream, the wood grain worn smooth by decades of use that no longer had a user. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the vial of Compound X-9 clutched in his left hand, the glass cool and slick against his palm. He was fifty-eight years old, a retired pharmacologist who had spent thirty years in the sterile hum of laboratories, and...

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