The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, tearing shriek that stripped the sound from the air and replaced it with the grinding of grit against stone. Sir Cedric’s hand, calloused and thick-knuckled, locked around the hilt of his sword, the leather wrapping slick with sweat and the fine, stinging dust that had already begun to coat the ramparts of Acre. He was forty years old, a man whose...

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