The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was always the same: a slow, grinding calcification, starting at the fingertips and moving inward, turning the flesh of his left hand into a pale, unyielding slate. Arthur Vane woke with a gasp, the sweat cold on his brow, the silence of his small room in the mill town of Harrowgate pressing against his eardrums. He sat up, flexing his fingers, expecting the familiar ache of the night...

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