The Faded Alibi

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2026-08-18 16:40:50 -

The Faded Alibi

The hall smells of wax and old blood. You stand in the center of the oak floor. The floorboards groan under the weight of the crowd, a low, continuous moan that matches the ache in your gut. It is a banquet. The candles are so many they blur the edges of the room into a single, breathing halo of gold. You are the King’s Guard. You are the shield. You are the hand that breaks bones. They pour...

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