The Pale Verdict
"You have been summoned," the clerk said, his voice dry as the parchment he held. He did not look up. The ink on the document he slid across the mahogany desk was still wet, glistening with a blackness that seemed to drink the light from the room. You stared at the seal, a wax impression of a lion devouring a lamb, the symbol of the High Court that had governed your small, fog-choked town for...
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