The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The stone is cold. You feel it through the leather of your gauntlet. It is a slab of grey granite, split down the middle. The fracture is jagged. White veins run through the dark rock. You hold it. It is heavy. It is yours. The chapel smells of damp wool and old candle wax. The light is thin. It cuts through the high windows. It lands on the dust. The dust is still. Father Thomas stands before...

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