The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the curtains like a second skin. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded in his lap, still and pale as the bone china before him. He was a man of sixty winters, with a face that had been smoothed by years of careful, quiet obedience. Around him, the elders of the community...

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