The Faded Alibi
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, spitting steam that smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias Thorne stepped down onto the platform, his boots clicking against the frozen cobblestones. He carried no luggage save a small leather bag, and he held it against his chest like a shield. The air was thin and sharp, biting at his lungs. He looked up at the Citadel. It loomed above the town, a...
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