The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink was still wet when the verdict came down. It glistened on the parchment, a dark, viscous smear that looked less like a signature and more like a wound. Silas Vane sat in the dock, his wrists bound by chains that had long since bit into the flesh, and he watched the judge’s hand move. There was no shouting. No weeping. Just the dry scratch of a quill and the heavy, suffocating silence of...

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