The Faded Alibi
The seal was broken. Not by force. Not by knife. By time. Elara stood before the high table. The wood was dark. The air was still. She held the signet ring in her left hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It was her father’s. It was her father’s shame. It was her father’s lie. She had come to the Court of Whispers. This was the end. The final hearing. The last breath of the old law. The High...
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