The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream begins not with sound, but with the taste of iron and rot, a metallic tang that coats the tongue like old blood. I am standing in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor, though the walls are breathing, expanding and contracting with the slow, rhythmic heave of a sleeping giant. The floorboards are made of petrified wood, each plank inscribed with the dates of my own failures. I am seven...

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