The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The mud of the Blackwater Ford was a living thing, sucking at my boots with a greedy, viscous hunger that mirrored the cold dread settling in my gut, and as I raised my sword, the iron trembling in my hand not from the weight of the blade but from the sudden, nauseating recognition that the man kneeling before me in the silt was Thomas, my brother, who had been declared dead in the fields of...

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