The Pale Verdict
The glass breaks before you hear it. It shatters on the stone floor, a sound like a small bone snapping in the cold. You do not look down. You are looking at him. He is standing in the center of the throne room, the King. His hand is raised. The sword is still wet. You feel the vibration in your teeth. The room is large. The air is still. There is no wind. There is only the silence after the...
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