The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The feast was a lie. You knew it before the bread broke. The hall smelled of wet wool and old blood, not roasting meat. You sat at the high table, your hands folded in your lap. Your fingers were stained with the dust of the road. You were a man of the law. Or so they said. Your badge was rusted. Your sword was dull. The crowd watched you. They did not eat. They held their cups up to the light....

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