The Faded Alibi
The rain fell in a thin, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the ancient garrison into a mirror of bruised iron, reflecting the dim, wavering light of the oil lamps that lined the narrow corridor, a corridor that smelled of damp wool, old sweat, and the metallic tang of the blood that had seeped into the flagstones decades ago. You stood at the end of this passage, your hand resting...
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