The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The table was a sea of silver. Candles guttered in the wind that snaked through the high windows of the banquet hall, casting long, trembling shadows against the tapestries. We were a hundred men, or perhaps two. I do not know. I only knew the weight of the gold plate in my hands. It was heavy. It was warm. It smelled of beeswax and old money. My father sat at the head. He did not look at me....

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