The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The mortar in my hand was cold, a heavy, jagged thing of black granite that felt less like a tool and more like an extension of my own failing spine, as I stood alone in the cellar of the old apothecary on Bumblebee Street, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the sharp, metallic tang of decay that had settled into the very pores of the stone walls. I was Edmund Vane, a man who...

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