The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mist hung low over the cobblestones of Aethelgard. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. Caelus wiped his hands on his tunic. The fabric was rough. It chafed his palms. He was a man out of time. Or perhaps time had simply moved on without him. He stood before the Hall of Tides. The doors were oak. They were black with age. Two guards stood at the threshold. They did not look at him. They...

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