The Faded Alibi

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2026-08-17 15:09:46 -

The Faded Alibi

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron. Caleb woke. His chest heaved. The air in the cell was thick, stale. It tasted of mold. He sat up. His hands shook. They were bound. Rope. Rough hemp. It bit into the skin. He looked down. His tunic was torn. Red stains. Old blood. Or new. It was hard to tell. The light was dim. Blue. Cold. It came from nowhere. No windows. No doors. Just...

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