The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

He woke in the dark. The cell was stone. Cold bit into his bones. The air smelled of damp moss and old blood. No light. Only the drip of water. Tick. Tock. He was Sir Edric. He remembered the name. It felt heavy. Like a stone in his throat. He was a soldier. Or was he? He tried to stand. His legs shook. The floor was slick. He fell. The sound echoed. A hollow thud. A voice came from the...

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