The Faded Alibi
The banquet hall of the manor was a cavern of light, filled with the smell of roasted lamb, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of honeyed figs. It was a feast for the elders, a gathering to mark the passing of the old winter and the arrival of the spring that would bring the new harvest. Yet, beneath the clamor of the guests, beneath the clinking of silver goblets and the low hum of...
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