The Pale Verdict
The separation began not with a sound, but with a taste, a metallic and copper-heavy sensation that coated the back of Elara’s throat as she turned her back on the warm, hearth-lit interior of the manor for the last time, stepping out into the biting, ancient chill of the moors where the mist clung to the heather like the shroud of a ghost refusing to let its dead rest, and she carried with her...
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