The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a rhythmic, grinding sound that seemed to drill into the bones of Elias Thorne, who sat hunched in the corner with his hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone. He was traveling to the seat of power, to the high and airy halls where decisions were made that determined who lived and who was forgotten, and he...

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