The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling on the West Hall for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the flagstones into mirrors reflecting the dim, flickering light of the gas lamps, and Elias Thorne stood before the great oak door of the Council Chamber, his hands trembling slightly not from the cold but from the sheer weight of the silence that had accumulated around him like a physical substance,...
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