The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was still wet on the parchment when the gavel fell, a sound like a bone snapping in the silence of the courtroom. I stood in the dock, my hands bound not by rope but by the rigid expectation of propriety, my spine a steel rod that refused to bend despite the weight of the accusation. They called me a liar. They called me a seductress. They called me a stain on the fabric of the town. I...

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