The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

I Francesco Esposito sat in the damp cellar of the Palazzo, his hand wrapped in bandages that smelled of rust and old wine, watching the morning light strike the stone walls. He was no longer a scribe, but a witness, his life now a continuous, quiet act of endurance, the building standing tall and silent around him. The air hung with the rot of the thaw, the roads outside a slurry of mud that...

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