The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The iron gate of the Blackwood Inquest creaked open with a sound like a bone snapping, admitting the autumn wind that carried with it the scent of wet stone and the heavy, metallic tang of old blood, a perfume that had seeped into the very mortar of the walls over centuries of unspoken judgment and the slow, grinding weight of authority. Sir Julian Vane stood at the threshold, his armor dented...

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