The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The frost had not yet melted from the stone of the Great Hall, but the air inside was thick with the scent of damp wool and old fear. Margery stood alone by the hearth, her back to the fire. She did not feel the heat. She felt only the cold that lived in her own marrow, a chill that had settled there three days ago when the accusations began. She was the Steward. The keeper of the accounts. The...

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