The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Nadya Sorokin stood at the head of the table, her hand resting on the cold, smooth surface of the jade seal, a piece of green glass that had passed through three hands before it reached her. The feast was in full swing, the air heavy with roasted boar and stale wine, but her eyes were fixed on the courtyard where the pale boundary stone sat, worn smooth by decades of wind and rain....
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