The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the glasshouse, a steady, gray weight that seemed to drain the color from the air. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a smell that Elias Vane had once found comforting but now recognized as the perfume of his own decline. He sat on a wooden stool, his hands resting on his knees, fingers...

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