The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron. It was a cold, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the vaulted ceiling lost in shadow above him. Before him sat the Abbot, a figure carved from stone and silence. The Abbot did not speak. He only looked. Elias looked down at his hands. They were stained. Not with blood, but...

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