The Faded Alibi
"Did you hear the cracking?" The sound came from the garden. It was a sharp, brittle snap, like a bone breaking under ice. Cael looked up from the hearth. The fire was low. The embers glowed red in the dark room. He was twelve years old. He felt old. His fingers were stiff. He picked up the iron poker. He moved to the door. "Stay here, Cael," said his father. His father stood in the doorway. He...
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