The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The stone was already cracking when the first hammer fell. Elara stood at the center of the town square, her hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, suffocating weight of the gaze that pinned her to the flagstones. Above her, the Great Hall rose in a jagged silhouette against the bruised purple sky, a monument to the authority of Lord Vane. It was a building of heavy, dark granite, built to...

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