The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall of the Ironworks did not smell of roast duck or spiced wine, as the invitations had so boldly promised, but of wet ash, ozone, and the metallic tang of blood that seemed to rise from the very cobblestones beneath the floorboards, a scent that clung to the back of my throat with a persistence that felt less like an odor and more like a physical weight pressing against my lungs....

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