The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The iron brazier hissed, a low, wet sound that cut through the silence of the hall. I watched the flames lick the dark metal, eating the wood, consuming the cold. My hands were bound at the wrists with hemp rope, the fibers biting into skin that had long since lost its sensitivity to pain. I was the Warden of the North Gate. I was also, according to the King’s own decree, a traitor. The room...

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