The Pale Verdict
The Great Hall of King Aldric’s court smelled of roasted boar and old stone. The air was thick, a physical weight that pressed against my skin, saturated with the sweat of three hundred nobles and the perfume of lilies that died in the heat. I stood at the edge of the dais, my hands clasped before me, feeling the rough grain of the wooden handrail beneath my fingers. I was not a man, not in the...
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