The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The dream began with the smell of wet stone. I stood in the center of the Great Hall. The ceiling was high, lost in shadow. Beams of oak crossed above like the ribs of a dead beast. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the eastern window. I wore the grey tunic of the Watch. It felt heavy. It always felt heavy. "You are late, Thomas." The voice was cold. It belonged to...

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