The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Did I really hear the walls breathe, or was it just the damp settling into the slate? I stood in the corridor of the Imperial Palace, a structure of glass and steel that rose from the Welsh hills like a jagged tooth, and I listened. The air was cold, a sharp chill that bit through my uniform coat, the kind of damp that gets into the bones after nine days of rain. I am Carys...
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