The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wine was red as a bruise. It stained the white linen tablecloth in a slow, creeping tide, pooling around the base of a silver goblet that had been knocked over. You watched it spread. You did not wipe it away. Around you, the hall hummed with the low, thick drone of a dozen lords and their squires. They laughed at a joke that had been told three times before. The sound was a physical...

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