The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The ferry cut through the grey water, leaving a wake that smelled of rust and old oil. Elara stood at the rail, her knuckles white against the cold iron. She was leaving the city of Aethelgard, the place where the air tasted of copper and the stones hummed with a low, persistent vibration. It was not a beautiful city. It was a machine. A vast, grinding engine of stone and steam that had...

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