The Pale Verdict
Chapter One "You’ve missed the equinox, Edna," the Abbot said, his voice flat as the frozen harbor outside, "and the debt remains unpaid." The smell of damp wool and stale ink hung heavy in the scriptorium, a thick, suffocating layer that coated the back of her throat as she stared at the cracked porcelain bowl sitting on her desk, its hairline fractures spreading like veins of ice across the...
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