The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The hammer rang against the anvil with a sound like a dying bell, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the damp, heavy air of the smithy. Elias Thorne did not flinch. His arms, thick with corded muscle and mapped by the blue veins of exhaustion, held the tongs steady as he shaped the red-hot iron. Sparks flew in chaotic arcs, dancing against the gloom of the workshop before fading into the...

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