The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The cart wheels grind against the packed earth of the village lane, a sound like bone scraping stone. You feel the vibration travel up through the wooden seat, into your spine, and settle in the hollow of your chest. The air is thick with the smell of wet wool and woodsmoke, a scent that has defined your life since you left the lowlands. You are carrying the last of the harvest, sacks of grain...

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