The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a low, bronze sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the Great Hall. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. He held a single sprig of white hawthorn in his left hand. The leaves were damp. They glistened in the gray light. His right hand rested on the pommel of his sword. The metal was cold. It bit into his skin. He did not flinch. He never flinched....

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