The Pale Verdict
The seal of the Order of the Silver Thorn, a jagged emblem of iron and tarnished silver, had been pressed into the wax of a command order that Sir Thomas Ashworth now held in hands that trembled with a fatigue deeper than bone, a weariness that had settled into the marrow of his being during the long, silent vigil at the edge of the Whispering Fens, where the air was thick with the scent of...
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