The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the highland moors of the Scottish border, a cold, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of my cloak and turned the mud into a thick, sucking clay. I am Thomas Vane, a border reeve, a man whose life has been measured in the distance between law and wilderness. For twenty years, I have walked this path, enforcing the ancient compact that...

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