The Pale Shadows
The Clerk of the Court, Elias Thorne, look at the record, the Chief Justice commanded, his voice a dry rasp that cut through the humid silence of the Grand Chamber, a room where the air smelled of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. Elias did not look up immediately; he kept his eyes on the oak gavel in his hands, a heavy, dark instrument that had outlasted three kings and two wars, its...
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