The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mist did not lift so much as it surrendered, thinning into a grey lace that clung to the stone walls of the High Keep. I stood at the threshold, my fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword I no longer needed, watching the village of Oakhaven shrink beneath the fog. The air tasted of wet wool and iron, a flavor I had grown to expect since the Crossing. They had sent me away, the...

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