The Pale Verdict
The year is 1342, and the air in the Hall of Judgment tastes of iron and stale incense. I stand before the King’s tribunal, my hands bound behind my back, while the Grand Inquisitor drones his accusations like a funeral bell. I am Elias, Royal Alchemist, forty years old, and I have come for one thing only: the release of my wife, Elara. She sits in the black pit below, accused of the heresy of...
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