The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The vial was cold in Elias’s hand, a slender cylinder of glass holding a pale, viscous liquid that smelled of burnt almonds and old iron. He stood in the courtyard of St. Jude’s fortress, the autumn air biting at his exposed neck, while the morning light slanted low across the damp cobblestones. He was thirty-two years old, a squire of the Order of the White Rose, and he had come to execute his...

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