The Faded Alibi
The rain in the Citadel of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that tasted of iron and old blood, clinging to the stone walls of the barracks where the soldiers of the Night Watch waited for orders that had been delayed by three centuries. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the barred window, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted flesh in a...
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