The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The wind howled through the broken arches of the Spire, a sound like tearing silk. Elias stood at the edge of the glass. Below, the city of Aethelgard was not made of stone or mortar. It was made of memory. Every brick was a recollection, every spire a regret. The sky above was a bruised purple, thick with stars that did not twinkle but burned with a cold, steady light. He wore a coat of grey...

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