The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The white sky over the highlands gave no shadow, which meant that everything here had to be weighed by hand. I was forty-two, and I had spent thirty of those years ferrying souls across the forbidden crossing, collecting the toll in silence. The mist was thick enough to chew, a physical thing that pressed against my shins as I walked the road out of town. I wanted my pension. I...
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