The Faded Alibi
The hall was lit by a thousand candles, yet the air tasted of ash. You stood in the center of the mosaic floor, your tunic damp with the sweat of a day’s labor, while the lords of the High Court watched you from their elevated thrones. They did not look at you with hatred, not exactly. They looked at you with the detached curiosity one might show a strange insect caught in amber. The accusation...
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