The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

"You are finished, sir." The words hit me like a slap. Cold. Wet. I looked down at the table. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the cold. The air in the keep was thick with damp and rot. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I was the Captain. Now I am a prisoner. "Say that again," I said. My voice was a rasp. A broken wire. "I will not," said Lord Ashworth. He...

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