The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on the ledger did not dry. It sat there, wet and black, a pool of accusation on the parchment of the Guild Hall. Marcus Thorne stared at it. His hands were trembling, not from cold, though the stone floor bit through his boots, but from the sheer weight of the silence that had settled over the room. He was the Scribe of the Ironworks, a man whose life had been measured in entries, in...

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