The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The ink was wet on the register when Thomas Bradshaw first saw the light. It clung to the name of a baker’s son, a thin, pale ribbon that pulsed once and then faded into the parchment. Thomas blinked, rubbing the bridge of his nose, but the sensation remained, a cold pressure behind his eyes. He was thirty years old, a scribe of modest reputation, and he had taken this post in the city of Acre...

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