The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

You are standing in the center of the great hall of the Ironworks, a space that is no longer a factory but a cathedral of rust and memory, where the air hangs thick with the scent of wet metal and the faint, sweet decay of lilies that have no business growing in such a place, and you are holding the last piece of the map in your hand, a scrap of paper so thin and brittle it feels like the skin...

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