The Pale Verdict
You arrive at the estate of Blackwood Manor as the sun bleeds out behind the jagged ridge of the northern hills, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and dying gold. The road is a ribbon of mud that has hardened into a grey scar, stretching back to the village where they told you the air was thin and the silence was heavy. You are the Archivist, the keeper of the old laws, and you have...
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