The Pale Verdict
Act I Who could bear to watch the moon mark a soul as void? Hovhannes Georgiev stood in the high window of the fortress, his hands white-knuckled against the cold stone, watching the pale light spill over the valley of Khor Virap where the boats lay becalmed in the flood forest. He was thirty years old, a captain of the Iron Law, and he had come to execute his younger brother, Aram, for the...
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