The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a slow, gray hemorrhage that soaked the cobblestones of the lower quarter until the city seemed to dissolve into the mud. In the high chamber of the Inquisitor’s manor, where the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender and burning tallow, Master Elias Vane sat before the young man who had been brought in from the street....
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