The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The quay at Vael moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of the whaling fleet, the smell of rendered blubber and salted tar hanging so thick in the air it felt like a physical weight pressing against the lungs. It was a morning of brutal arithmetic, the market criers shouting prices for rope and iron in a cadence that drilled into the bone, while the harbor water churned an unnatural,...
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