The Pale Verdict
The parchment lay on the oak table, the wax seal cracked and bleeding red across the grain, a document that spelled out the terms of surrender with a bureaucratic coldness that felt more offensive than any arrow. Sir Thomas Hale, Captain of the King’s Guard, stared at the ink as it dried, the words *immediate cessation of hostilities* and *transfer of command to Lord Vane* blurring together in...
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