The Pale Verdict
The notification arrived in a manila envelope, its edges soft and worn from the damp air that permeated the stone walls of the Guild Hall. Elias, twelve years old and no larger than a sack of flour, held the paper with hands that trembled not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt listed within. Fourteen pounds, six shillings, and three pence. That was what the Guild owed for...
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