The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of your throat as you watched the miller’s daughter, Elara, dance. She moved with a lightness that seemed to defy the heavy timber beams above, her eyes locked on yours across the crowded room. You are Elias, a tanner of forty years, and your hands are stained permanently yellow by the lye and lime...

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