The Pale Verdict
You tell yourself it is the damp that has settled into your bones, a heavy, cold weight that makes your joints ache before the sun has even cleared the ridge of the valley. You walk the muddy track toward the village of Oakhaven, your boots sucking in the mud with every step, the sound of your own breathing loud in your ears. The air smells of rotting leaves and woodsmoke, a scent that has...
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