The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of binding. The long tables of the Great Hall at Oakhaven were laden with salted pork, honeyed apples, and bread that had been baked until the crusts sang when broken. Yet the air was thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool, old iron, and the underlying, sweet rot of autumn leaves pressed against the stone windows. In the center of the room,...

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