The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall was thick with smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled wine. We had gathered to celebrate the end of the season, a victory for order over the chaos of the streets. I stood near the center, my uniform pressed and starched until it felt like a second skin. It was a heavy thing, that uniform. It smelled of lye and old sweat. It smelled of duty. Around me, the men laughed. They were...

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