The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the courtyard like a shroud refusing to let the dead go. Thomas Bradshaw walked the perimeter of the stone keep, his boots heavy with the sludge of centuries, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a generation. The air inside the Great Hall was thick, smelling of damp...

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