The Faded Alibi
The banquet hall of the old stone fortress, which had once been a granary for the grain that fed the hungry villages of the valley, was now a cathedral of light and shadow where the air hung thick with the scent of roasting meat, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of fear that permeated the very walls, and you, a boy of no more than twelve years with eyes the color of wet river stones, sat at...
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