The Pale Verdict
"You are a fraud," the Duke said. He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The silence in the great hall was heavier than the stone ceiling above. You stood before the dais, your hands trembling at your sides. The velvet of your robe felt heavy, a shroud you had worn for thirty years. "Define it," you said. Your voice was steady. It surprised you. You had expected to break. You had...
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