The Faded Alibi
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the watchtower, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to drown out the silence of the valley below. You sat in the corner of the stone room, your back pressed against the cold masonry, your fingers trembling not from the chill but from the weight of the silence that had gathered in your chest. Across the room, Master Aldous stood by the narrow...
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