The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a gray, suspended mist that clung to the stone walls of the Hall of Whispers. I stood in the center of the floor, bare feet cold on the damp flagstones. My sword was sheathed. My hands were empty. I was the last of the Iron Guard. The only one left. The King sat on the high seat. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the mist pressed...

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