The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was black. Not the soft, fading grey of a bruise, but a deep, absolute night that swallowed the light. It sat on the parchment, dry and permanent. I held the scroll in my left hand, my right clenched around the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than memory. The air in the Hall of Whispers did not move. It was stagnant, thick with the scent of old wax and the metallic tang of blood that...

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