The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The frost had taken the orchard whole. I stood at the gate. The iron was black and cold. My boots crunched on the ice. It was a sound like breaking teeth. The air tasted of metal. Of old blood. I was old. The ache in my knee was a constant companion. It whispered that I was done. That the time for fighting was long past. I carried my rifle. It was heavy. A dead weight. But I needed it. I needed...

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