The Faded Alibi
The bell in the town square did not ring on the first day of the Great Silence. It shattered. Meredith was standing in the crowd when it happened. She held a wool shawl tight around her shoulders, the fabric coarse and grey, smelling of lanolin and old smoke. The crowd was dense, a wall of breath and wool and fear. They were waiting for the King’s decree. They were waiting for the judgment that...
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