The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The banquet hall of the Iron Keep smelled of roasted boar and stale ale, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the stone walls like damp wool. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the high table, his plate untouched, the grease from the surrounding feast seeming to seep into his very pores. He was a man carved from the same hard granite as the fortress itself, broad-shouldered and silent, his eyes fixed...

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