The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the High Court’s forecourt, turning the grey morning into a shimmering, treacherous mirror that reflected the heavy, iron-banded oak doors of the tribunal hall, and you stood there, your uniform soaked through to the bone, the wool heavy and cold against your skin, while the crowd of onlookers, their faces pale and wet with the dampness of the day, pressed...

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