The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mud was thick. It sucked at his boots with a wet, greedy sound. Thomas Ashworth ran. His lungs burned. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. He was a man of the court, not the field. But the field had come to him. The gates of the palace were open. Smoke curled from the towers. It was a gray, thin smoke. It clung to the eaves. He stopped at the courtyard wall. His hand trembled. He touched...

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