The Pale Verdict
The mud is deep. It sucks at your boots. You are walking. You have been walking for three days. The sky is a flat sheet of grey lead. It does not rain. It does not clear. It just hangs there, heavy and indifferent. You carry the sword. It is a long blade. The hilt is wrapped in black leather. It is cold. It is heavy. It is yours. You do not think about it. You do not need to. It is an extension...
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