The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

My hands were stained black to the wrist when I heard the door creak, the ink of the royal pardon application drying in the grooves of my skin. I did not look up. I knew the weight of Elara’s step, the specific silence she carried before she spoke, a silence that was not empty but full of waiting. The candle on my desk flickered, and in that brief darkness, the shard of obsidian in my left palm...

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