The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain does not fall; it strikes, a ceaseless, rhythmic hammering against the leaded glass of the high window where you stand, your hands white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that is not steel but iron, and it is cold, and it is heavy, and it is the only thing that feels real in this hall of painted shadows and suffocating perfume. You are the Weaver of the Court, a title that sounds...

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