The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool. It was the Feast of the Lantern, a night when the village of Oakhaven gathered in the great hall to honor the old ways. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his fingers tracing the rim of his ceramic mug. He was a clerk, a man of ink and parchment, whose hands were never quite clean. He watched the fire. The flames licked at the iron grate, a...

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