The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The locket had been polished for three hours, a count I kept by the angle of the single candle flame against the damp stone wall, and it was humming, a low static vibration that traveled up the silver chain and into the marrow of my wrist. I am Thomas Bradshaw, watchman of the Old Quarter, and I am sitting in my cell because the Mayor’s tax collector, a man named Silas Vane, had come to seize...

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