The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream came to me again, as it always did in the deep hours of the night, a cold hand pressing against the back of my skull. I was standing in the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. The candles were out. There was only the moonlight, pale and thin as a wire, cutting through the high windows. I saw myself standing before the High Magister, my head...

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