The Pale Verdict
The wind had begun to howl through the skeletal branches of the oak trees that lined the high road, a sound that seemed to strip away the remaining warmth from the bones of the town of Oakhaven, leaving only the cold, gray stone of the keep and the heavy, iron-clad truth of the decree that had been posted three days prior on the market square, a decree that did not ask for their loyalty or...
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