The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the feeling that my hands had not been there for a long time. I looked down. They were not. I sat up in the straw bed, the straw digging into my spine with a sharp, rhythmic pain that served as a reminder of my physicality. I was in the Hall of Scales. The air was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old stone. I was twelve years old, or...

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