The Pale Verdict
The iron gate of the city was not merely a barrier of stone and steel but a living thing that breathed with the cold, a jagged tooth in the jaw of the night that bit down upon the world with a slow and deliberate malice. Silas Vane stood before it, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that had been in his family for three generations, a blade that had tasted the blood of kings and the...
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