The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Act I Eugene Waggoner had worked the docks for twenty-two years, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that no amount of rest could fix. He arrived in Aethelgard on a Tuesday, the sleet coming down in hard, grey sheets that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors. The city floated on a bed of dark water, its architecture a pale, shifting maze of stone that seemed to lean in as he...

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