The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ink on the parchment was not merely wet; it was alive, a viscous, black sludge that seemed to pulse against the grain of the vellum with the rhythmic, terrified thumping of a trapped heart. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Archive, the air thick with the scent of ozone, burnt hair, and the metallic tang of old blood, while the war raged not outside the walls, but within the...

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