The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was a feast for the end of the world, or so it seemed to me. Candles guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the keep. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands wrapped around a cup of mead. The liquid was warm. It burned my throat. I did not care. I was waiting for the word. Sir Cedric sat at...

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