The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The tower stood against the grey sky like a finger pointing at a bruise. It was the only structure in the manor that remained whole. The rest had crumbled into the ivy, but the tower endured. It was a place of silence. A place of judgment. I had not seen it in twenty years. My name is Elara. I am old now. My bones are brittle. But my memory is a sharp blade. It cuts. It does not dull. I am here...

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