The Pale Verdict
The blade is heavy. It is always heavy, but today it feels like a lead pipe, dragging your arm down toward the cobblestones. You are Elias Thorne, Captain of the King’s Guard, and you are standing in the shadow of the Great Hall, your sword drawn against Lord Vane. The crowd is silent. They are packed tight against the walls of the courtyard, their faces pale and wet with sweat, watching the...
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