The Faded Alibi
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower courtyard into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the towering, indifferent stone of the Keep. Silas Vance stood by the window, his fingers tracing the condensation on the cold glass, watching the water bead and run in erratic, weeping lines. He was a man who had spent twenty years in the shadow of a crime he did...
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