The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You ride into the valley of Saint Jude on a Tuesday, the rain turning the mud into a slick, black mirror that reflects nothing but the bruised sky. The carriage wheels creak, a sound like old bones grinding together, and you grip the leather reins until your knuckles turn white. You are the Inquisitor, a title that tastes like ash in your mouth, a role you accepted not out of faith, but out of...

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