The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain has stopped, but the courtyard is still slick with a darkness that clings to the stone like a bruise. You stand in the center of the execution square, your hands bound behind your back with rough hemp that bites into the skin of your wrists. The air is cold, carrying the scent of wet granite and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. Around you, the crowd is a silent wall of grey coats...

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