The Pale Verdict
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the dampness of the cellar where it had been hidden. It was a simple document, a deed of transfer, written in my father’s cramped, slanting hand, promising the estate of Oakhaven to my sister Elara. I held it up to the light of the chandelier, my fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the paper...
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