The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast was cold. We sat in the stone hall. The air tasted of damp wool and old blood. I held the cup. It was heavy. Lead. My hands shook. Not from fear. From the weight of the object. Lord Ashworth sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched. His eyes were pale. Like ice over a frozen lake. He knew what I was. They all did. The servants. The guards. The other lords in their...

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