The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The chisel bites into the oak, shaving away a curl that smells of resin and old rain. You are Elias Thorne, and your hand is steady, though your shoulder aches from the long hours spent at the bench. Around you, the Guild Hall is a hum of clinking glass and low, drunken laughter. It is the annual feast, a night meant for celebration, but the air is thick with a tension that has nothing to do...

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