The Faded Alibi
You wake in the cold stone chamber, the air tasting of damp moss and old iron. The dream that has held you for hours is fading, leaving behind only the scent of lavender and the distant, rhythmic hammering of a smithy. You are Sir Edward Ashworth, Keeper of the Gate at the Citadel of St. Jude’s. For twenty years, you have served the Crown with a loyalty so absolute it has calcified into...
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