The Faded Alibi
The river was black. It moved like oil. I stood on the bank. The mist clung to my skin. Cold. Damp. I dreamed of the water. It called my name. Not loudly. A whisper. A pull. My name is Silas. I was a warden. I wore the grey coat. The badge was brass. It was heavy. It weighed on my chest. It pulled me down. I was in the Keep. The stone hall. The torches sputtered. The shadows danced. They were...
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