The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The hall smelled of roasting goose and old stone. You sat at the head of the table. The silk sash was tight around your waist. It was blue. Deep, bruised blue. It had been new for three days. Now it felt like a noose. You watched the candles flicker. The shadows danced on the white walls. They moved like hands. Like grasping hands. Lord Ashworth stood. He raised his glass. "To the Inquisitor,"...

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