The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall is a mouth of stone and dust. It yawns before you. The air tastes of iron and old blood. You stand. You are the Keeper. The walls weep. The torches hiss. They flicker. They die. They rise. Again. You wear the mail. It is heavy. It is cold. It bites your skin. It is your skin. It is your flesh. There is no line between you and the iron. You are the castle. The castle is you. This is the...

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