The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The fog did not rise from the marshlands of Aethelgard; it descended, a heavy, grey shroud that smelled of wet wool and old iron, swallowing the cobblestones of the high street until only the glowing, amber eyes of the town cats remained visible. It was in this suffocating quiet, three days before the Festival of the Long Night, that Elara Vane found the mark upon her own palm. It was not a...

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