The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, cold and relentless. I walked with my boots heavy, the leather soaked through. The city was a beast that breathed in mist and exhaled in silence. I was a man of the Guard. A keeper of the peace. Or so the High Council told me. We carried swords that did not sing. We carried duties that did not forgive. My name is Elias Thorne. I had served...

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