The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

You walk into the town of Oakhaven with your boots caked in the red clay of the valley floor. The mud is thick. It sticks to your ankles. It stains the hem of your tunic. You do not wipe it away. You let it dry. You let it crack. You are here to serve the law. Or so they say. You are here to serve the order. The town is small. It smells of coal smoke and wet wool. The houses are narrow and...

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