The Pale Verdict
Three days on the road, four days to deliver, and a sealed letter in your pocket that weighs more than lead. You are Elias, a scribe of Oakhaven, and you have walked until your boots filled with water and your spine ached with the cold damp of the northern pass. The city walls rise before you, grey and indifferent against the pale winter sky. You are not a hero. You are a man carrying a...
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