The Faded Alibi
The bell tower did not ring. It hung there, silent as a held breath, against the grey morning. I stood below it, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of what I knew. The stone walls of the chapel swallowed sound. They were old, older than the kingdom, older than the laws that bound us. The air tasted of damp moss and iron. I looked up. The clock face was blank. No hands. No...
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