The Pale Verdict
The gavel strikes. Your hand trembles. Not from fear. From the cold. The air in the Grand Hall is thin. It tastes of iron and old dust. You are Margaret. You are a scholar. You have spent thirty years bending over manuscripts. You have spent thirty years decoding the silence of the dead. But today, the dead are speaking for you. And they are saying you are guilty. You stand before the High...
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