The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain in the capital does not wash things clean, it merely makes the grime slicker, sliding down the limestone faces of the High Spire where you were born into a world that demanded you be more than flesh, more than breath, more than the small, trembling animal that you were, a boy of seven who knew the taste of iron and the weight of silence. You are told that you are special, not by the...

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