The Pale Verdict
The court was a circle of white stone, floating in a grey void. There was no floor beneath it, only mist. You stood on the rim, your shoes sinking slightly into the cold, damp surface. It felt like walking on wet clay that refused to harden. You looked down. Nothing. Just the endless, churning gray. A man stood opposite you. He was tall, dressed in a coat that seemed woven from the same fog as...
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