The Pale Verdict
The rain had been falling on the ramparts of Oakhaven for three days straight, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the stone into something slick and treacherous, and I stood there in my leather jerkin, feeling the water soak through to the bone, watching my brother, Sir Julian, walk away from me with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who has already decided to bury his own conscience...
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