The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The fever took the roots first. You felt it in the soil. Not with your hands. With your marrow. The town of Oakhaven sat heavy in the valley. Stone walls. Thatch roofs. The air tasted of wet wool and rot. You were the last of the bloodline. The last seer. They called you Marguerite. It felt like a title. Not a name. A burden. A weight on the tongue. The crops were failing. The wheat stood pale....

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