The Faded Alibi
The carriage wheels ground against the frozen mud of the King’s highway, a sound like teeth chattering in the deep winter air. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back pressed against the damp wood, watching the snow blur the world into a white void. He was a man of few words, a clerk in the House of Lords, accustomed to the quiet scratching of quills and the heavy silence of parchment. But...
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