The Faded Alibi
The bell tolled not with metal and rope, but with the grinding of teeth in the earth, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of my bones before it reached my ears. I stood on the precipice of the Ashen Vale, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a sliver of frozen grief. Below, the valley was not empty. It was filled with the living dead, or perhaps they...
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