The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The chainmail shirt hung on the hook by the door. It was not a garment of comfort, but a second skin forged in iron and silence. Elias had worn it for thirty years. Now, it sat there, cold and heavy, waiting for the light to fade. The room smelled of beeswax and old dust. Outside, the wind pushed against the stone walls of the keep, a low moan that seemed to come from the earth itself. Elias...

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