The Pale Verdict
“Halloway.” The name struck me like a stone against a shield, sharp and final. I straightened my spine, the leather of my bracers creaking in the damp chill of the garrison hall. Captain Ashworth stood before me, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference, his eyes fixed on the young nobleman bound in the center of the room. “Strip him,” Ashworth said, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth...
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