The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet slate and iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I stood in the center of the inspection yard, my boots sinking slightly into the mud that had turned the gravel into a slick, treacherous paste. Around me, the other recruits huddled under the awnings of the barracks, their breath pluming in the damp cold. I did not look at...

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