The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

Jose Serrano’s fingers were stained black to the knuckles as he scraped the rust from the iron grate. The sound was a harsh, rhythmic screech that cut through the damp silence of the scriptorium, a sound that felt less like labor and more like a warning. He was twelve years old, but his hands were the hands of a man who had worked too long in the cold. The year was 1348, and the fog outside the...

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