The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You hold the sword. It is heavy. Cold iron bites your palm. The air smells of wet stone and old blood. You are in the cellar. The torchlight flickers. It dances on the walls. Shadows stretch and break. You remember the command. Execute. The word hangs in the air. It is thick. It is dry. You look at the man on the floor. His name is Elias. He is not a monster. He is a gardener. He has soft...

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