The Faded Alibi
The sword bit into the air. It did not find flesh. It found only the cold, damp breath of the vault, a silence so heavy it felt like water. Elias stood alone in the center of the stone chamber. The walls were rough, ancient, sweating with condensation that smelled of iron and old rain. He was not a boy anymore. His hands were knotted things, the skin stretched thin over bone, mapped with the...
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