The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

I Fraser Rollo died with the taste of iron and old wool in his mouth, his hands still resting on the pale, cold wrist of the Emperor, a gesture that had begun as a medical examination and ended as a transfer of life. He was thirty-two, a man of few words who smelled of camphor and unwashed linen, and he had spent the last three years trying to keep the blood in his sister’s veins from turning...

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