The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The air in the town hall smelled of stale beer and wet wool. A banner, once crimson, now a bruised purple from age and neglect, hung limp above the stage. It read: Order is Safety. Below it, a long table stretched across the room, cluttered with empty mugs and the debris of a feast that had ended in silence. Elias Thorne sat at the far end. He was a large man, his shoulders broad as a barn...

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