The Faded Alibi
The bell tower did not ring. It stood in the center of the square, a hollow stone throat against the grey sky. It had been silent for three days. The city of Oren was not a large place, but it was a place that remembered. It remembered the shape of the rain. It remembered the way the cobblestones shifted under the weight of boots. It remembered Elias. Elias was not a man. He was a fixture. He...
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