The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain lashed the stone. It was a cold, gray storm. Sir Julian held the staff. It was made of blackthorn. The wood was wet. It slicked his palms. He stood in the courtyard. The rain hissed on the cobblestones. His armor clanked. It was a dull sound. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. He was alone. Or so it seemed. A figure emerged from the shadows. It was old Master Thorne. The man’s face...

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