The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast is loud. You are hungry. The hall smells of roasting goose and wet wool. You sit at the high table. Your lord, Alderman Thorne, is to your left. He is fat. He is red. He laughs. “Eat, Silas,” he says. You eat. The bread is hard. The ale is warm. You do not look at the door. You know what is outside. The drums are beating. The war is here. A man stands up. It is young Peter. He is...

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