The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast was not a celebration of joy, but of exhaustion. In the garrison mess hall, the air was thick with the smell of roasted goose and stale beer, and the men of the Border Corps drank with a heaviness that bordered on despair. I sat at the far end of the table, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold ale, while the laughter of my comrades bounced off the stone walls. I was Elias Thorne,...

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