The Faded Alibi
Elara woke with the taste of iron and thyme on her tongue, a metallic sweetness that coated the roof of her mouth like a second skin. The dream had been vivid, a recurring fever of the night where the kitchen table in the village of Oakhaven was covered not in bread and salt, but in rows of small, glass vials filled with a liquid the color of midnight. In the dream, she was standing before Lord...
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