The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a gray curtain drawn tight against the world, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until only the wet, heavy smell of rot and iron remained. I sat on the cold stone of the hilltop, my back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, and watched the mist coil around the roots of the trees below. My armor, once polished to a mirror shine...

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