The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The dream was not of fire, as the fever often brings, but of ash, a fine white powder that settled over the valley like snow, choking the roots of the wheat and the lungs of the men who harvested it. I woke with the taste of chalk on my tongue, the candle in the scriptorium guttering in the draft, my hands shaking so violently that the quill scratched a jagged line across the parchment, a wound...

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