The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the mud of the valley floor with a sound like the clattering of old bones, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of every living thing. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the treeline, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, watching the mist swirl around the base of the ancient oak. The tree was a giant, its...

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