The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The smoke did not rise; it hung, a grey, suffocating blanket that tasted of wet ash and the metallic tang of blood, settling over the soot-blackened cobblestones of Millhaven like a shroud that refused to be peeled away. You stand there, your fingers caked in grime, your lungs burning with the acrid air, watching the inferno that has just swallowed the textile mill, the place where you have...

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