The Pale Verdict
The chandelier above the ballroom of the St. Jude’s Foundation cast a web of fractured light across the floor, illuminating the sea of silk and the hollow smiles of the city’s elite who gathered to celebrate the recent "stabilization" of the northern border, a conflict that had cost the Vance family its reputation and its son. Eleanor Vance stood near the center of the room, her fingers...
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