The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

He woke in the dream. It was always the same. The sky was the color of old bruised plums. The ground was hard. He stood on a ridge. Below, the valley lay white. Not snow. Mist. It hid the world. It swallowed the trees. It took the roads. He held his sword. It was heavy. Cold. The metal bit into his palm. He waited. He did not know for what. He waited for the enemy. Or for the end. The dream...

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