The Faded Alibi

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2026-08-18 01:20:22 -

The Faded Alibi

The rain does not fall; it strikes. It hits the mud of the village square with a violence that feels personal, as if the sky itself is angry at the state of your soul. You stand in the center of the wet cobblestones, the weight of your cloak heavy and sodden. The wool is dark with rain and darker with blood. You look down at your hands. They are steady. They are always steady. This is what they...

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