The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool, a thick, cloying sweetness that hung in the air like a fog. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak table, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he did not need to draw, for the threat here was not of men. He was a man of the old guard, a soldier who had served in the trenches of the Western Front, and he knew the weight of iron. But this...

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