The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast had lasted three days, and on the fourth morning, the silence of the great hall felt heavier than the stone walls that enclosed it. I stood by the window, watching the mist roll off the River Aethel, a pale, creeping fog that swallowed the reeds and the low-lying fields beyond the castle’s moat. My name was Elias Thorne, though in the ledgers of the University of St. Jude’s, I was...

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