The Faded Alibi
The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the grey mist, her boots sinking slightly into the silt. She was a scholar of things that should not exist. Or rather, things that existed only in the margin of other people’s memories. Her coat was heavy. Wool. Dark blue. It had been her father’s before it was hers. Now it belonged to the fog. She pulled it tighter. The air...
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