The Faded Alibi
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mirror, and I stood before the High Inquisitor in the Hall of Silence, the dampness of my cloak seeping into my bones, the weight of the iron sword at my hip feeling less like a weapon and more like a chain that bound me to the very institution that...
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