The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Thorne, you’re bleeding on the floor again. The voice came from the back of the alley, sharp and wet with rain. Elias did not look up. He was kneeling in the puddle, his hands buried in the silt, trying to keep the ledger from slipping into the gutter. The book was heavy, bound in leather that had gone soft and gray with age, and it pulsed with a faint, cold blue light that made his teeth ache....

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