The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The Hall of Whispers was not a room, but a throat, a vast, vaulted space of black marble where the air tasted of old copper and ozone, and every step taken by the High Justiciar Elias Vane echoed with the weight of centuries that refused to die. He stood before the Obsidian Table, his hands resting on the cold stone, fingers trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing density of the...

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