The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain woven of mist and malice, sealing the stone gates of Blackwood Keep. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old iron. Sir Julian Ashworth stood alone in the great hall. His back was to the fire. The flames licked the hearth, but they offered no warmth to his bones. He was a man carved from the same granite as the walls,...

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