The Pale Verdict
The bell tolled three times. It was a hollow sound, deep and resonant, vibrating in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He sat in the center of the circle, his hands bound by chains of cold iron. The chains were heavy. They bit into his wrists. He did not move. He had not moved in hours. "Is it time, Judge?" Thomas asked. His voice was steady. It was the voice of a man who had practiced silence for a...
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