The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall is vast. The air is thick. It smells of beeswax and old iron. You stand at the edge of the dais. Your hand rests on your sword. The steel is cold. It bites into your palm. You do not move. You watch. Before you, the court is empty. Not truly empty. The seats are full of shadows. They have no faces. They wear robes of gray. They watch you with eyes that are holes in the dark. You know...

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