The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You stand in the corridor, the stone cold beneath your boots. The air smells of damp wool and old blood. You are a man of the law, though the law here is thin as parchment. You keep the peace in the Holloway estate, a sprawling ruin of timber and grief. Your master, Sir Edward, sits in his high chair. He does not look up. He never looks up. The mark is on your arm. A brand of ash and salt. It...

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