The Pale Verdict
Chapter One To the Keeper of the Imperial Mirror, regarding the requisition of labor for the Solstice Banquet: The document lay on the cold stone table, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and pine resin. I was thirty-two years old, though the mirror in the center of the room suggested otherwise. It did not show my face as it was, but as it would be. In the third year of the current reign, I...
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